[Hook - T.I.:]
Hut one, Hut two two
Ready set go
Make these n***as get right
Or get low
Hut one, hut two two
Ready set go
Make these n***as get right
Or get low
Get low, get low or get right right
Holla k**er k** for the villa Big Mike Big Mike
Get low get low or get right right
Holla k**er k** for the villa Big Mike Big Mike
[Verse 1 - k**er Mike:]
I know these streets bout tired of this weak sh**
Your style been ran through like a freak b**h
The p**y club got you angered with your frequent
Ed Hardy a** n***a and ya sequins
Might as well shop at Victoria Secret
Have 'em gift wrap you some "I love Pink" sh**
Rent due and y'all n***as delinquent
You better find another n***a to link with
Cause the n***a you link with is a lie fool
I used to bully that monkey n***a in high school
Sit at the lunch table, steal and eat his damn food
The pretty girls, they say, Michael a damn fool
I get my work on, and get my flirt on
I say f** 'em he a p**y put a skirt on 'em
I say f** 'em he a p**y put a skirt on 'em
[Hook - T.I.]
[Verse 2 - Big Boi:]
n***a, how it's gonna bet bigger?
With that n***a the B-I-G and the microphone k**er
Jack The Ripper all thriller, no filler
'Less I'm filling your broad up with n***a
I drill her while you finger prick her
That means she barely feel a thang when you hit her
Boy, drop this thangs like a sabre-tooth tigger, or tiger
The prehistoric rap writer
And I'm a keep my foot on the neck on all these non-rhyming sack biters
The golden arm Johnny Unitas rap titan
Boy, your life is like Sterling silver it needs a little shining
Steadily styling on you s**as like a hairdo
Beauty parlor rapping-a** n***as, we say, "how dare you? "
I can't stand you
You making the game soft like a?
I'm blowing this b**h down like I'm Hurrican Andrew
It's Dungeon Family and my man's too
Grind Time/Grand Hustle, f**er we will drag you
[Hook - T.I.]
[Verse 3 - k**er Mike:]
I'm the product, of the age of narcotta
Which means I'm dope like the pills you swallow
Down by law I lead don't follow
Grind time, grand hustling for gualla
I remain in the game to break lames off
Some of them sensitive and some too soft
The hood been forced to f** with y'all by default
But now the truth here the bullsh** cuts off
This is real homie, no fake, no filler
One hundred percent grade A k**er
Something like the b**h that I keep in Villa Rica
But I'm a be quiet 'cause they might Mike Vick ya
Might catch Mike with a light Mike Vicka
Some purple kush that'll get me high like a missile
Smoking one deep homie cause I don't f** with you
Sincerely from the hustle and grind time official
[T.I.:]
Let's go let's go
Grand hustle
Money on our mind
And we ain't going down s**er
And Grind time, Hut two and Grand Hustle
Send them here got them looking like the king bankhead s**er
[Hook - T.I.]