DJ Drama - Undertaker lyrics

[Intro: DJ Drama] Y'all n***as really thought we wasn't gonna do it again? Come on man, grand Hustle n***a, you know what it is T.I.P, DJ the f** Drama, Young Dro, Young Buck I said P-$-C-what's-happenin'-n***a [Verse 1: T.I.] Yo Khao! I'm a pimp type, n***a ridin' clean after midnight Ready for the gun play, prepared for a fist fight Roll up on yo b**h and ask her what that p**y hit like First she acting funny, in a minute she gon' get right Get down, got her f**in' with another b**h now I'm king of all that I survey, remember this is T.I.P. town Hey, you ain't ready? p**y n***a better sit it down We Mac-90, rock steady n***a spit rounds Turn yo stomach to spaghetti when it hit the ground Toss the choppers in the Chevy, then we mashing down Campbellton counting all your Benjamins and Hamiltons As far I'm concerned you just a job for the janitors Don't disregard I'mma God you a amateur Hide behind ya bodyguards and ya manager I pimp hard throughout all the pages in the calendar b**h it's Pimp Squad: all action no cameras [Hook x 2: ALL] You know what it is, you know what it do And you know what it is, and you know what it do You know what it is, you know what it do And you know what it is, and you know what it do Shorty we bury n***as, shorty we bury n***as Shorty we bury n***as, shorty we bury n***as The undertaker [Verse 2: Young Dro] Hey, stand in on the trap with me Mention me is blasphemy, 1000 round magazine My partnas say no attackin' me I'm aged to the average beef, respiratory crushin beats Fruit Chevy H.I.C, my lyrics hit like HIV Spray by me, Sniper Dro, murder come today by me Bullet chip yo L I P and dirty all yo H I Ps Shot both of yo homies, now they feedin' them through a I.V The tray I be from the west side, where they say I be May I be the ruler over all that I survey I be Laid back, yay's black, triple kiwi Maybach Weed match the Benz, kush triple kiwi 80 pack Old school baby crack. I'm tryin' to bring the 80's back Haitians get me Haiti crack, plus my momma hated crack 'Til we got a evicted and I came through with them 80 stacks Play it back, rewind where I live I'm a zone 3 hustla, n***as know what it is [Hook x 2] [Verse 3: Young Buck] May we all bow our heads and pray for this n***a The undertaker's comin' any day for this n***a They hate him in the hood, for the dreams he been sellin' I read the paperwork and it seems you was tellin' You know what it is and you know who I'm talkin' bout When the feds came, I didn't open up my mouth What you scared fo'? n***as know you been a ho It's like....homey sh** was all good just a week ago Get the goons ready, start up your vehicle And shoot at any f**in' car you ain't seen before Pick up the shells if ya use a automatic They gave 50 years to my n***a Lil' Travis Set a b**by-trap, let him trip over the wires Then he gon' be laying....right by the preacher and the choir And if u catch him 'fore I do, T.I. go and handle yo biz When you see me holla at me homie, you know what it is [Hook x 2]