B.G. - What They Do lyrics

[T.I.] Yea You already know what it is pimp (ay ay ay) T.I.P king of the motherf**in' South (B Gezzy let's do it homie) Grand Hustle pimp (Choppa City in here) Got my n***a Block in this b**h Eastside represent (yeah) Westside Bankhead n***a Zone 1 A-town n***a (ay ay ay ay ay ay) You know what it is Zone 3 Mechanicville Summer Hill n***a Pittsburgh (KLC let's ride) all my real n***as ride ya'll know what's happenin' P.$.C. n***a [Verse 1: T.I.] Hey I could give you what you want, T.I.P.'s the hottest Gain what ya need, I could tell you all about it You could up in the streets, but it ain't no gettin' out it When I tell you I'mma G, pimp I'm really bein' modest I could tell bout the dope boyz, hoes, and the ballers (ho) The pimps and the macks, real n***as dat what they call us Hangin' in the trap cause dat's what our daddies' taught us ??? on a Lac to a Benz on??? Standin' on the corner, slagin' crack and stackin' dollars Till it's time to cop a brick and I'm tired of movin' quarters My dad wasn't a doctor and my momma wasn't a lawyer I ain't neva had sh**, congratulation is in order (still trappin') Tryin' ta get a meal fo my sons and my daughter If I call a bad b**h wit connects down in Florida Say her daddy and her uncle still get it across the water Rich or not I'd be a motherf**in' fool if I don't call her [Hook] Ah what it is my n***a, what it do? (ay what it do) I gotta grip a twin, I'm finna buss a move (ah buss a move) Ah what it is my n***a, what it do? (ay what it do) I got the tool and I'm finna cut a fool (ah cut a fool) Ay what it do, what it do, what it do, ay what it do What it do my n***a what it do, ay what it do Ay what it do, what it do, what it do, ay what it do What it do my n***a what it do, ay what it do [Verse 2: B.G.] I'mma H-U-S-T-L-E-Rah If I don't know you then f** ya If I know you then I front ya (proper) But you gotta break me off You don't, I catch ya slippin' on the block and knock you off I know people, I get nice deals Get 'em $5 sell 'em $10 a pill I know people, get ki's for 13 If I f** witcha, ya get 'em for 16 I know people, get 'em 300 a pound Give 'em to ya for 500 if you my round I'mma hustler, holla at me Uptown I'm well connected with weed, white, slangin' dat brown Come see a n***a want a nice 60 You real we swap work you fake its 20 g's It's like dat, I done been thru the struggle I'm runnin' Choppa City an f**in' with Grand Hustle [Hook] [Verse 3: T.I.] I got the eye of a tiger and the heart of a bear I'm the king of the jungle, you can follow me there Or you can hear it from these n***as who was hardly there Or take it from n***as who fought to make it a star to get here Several years ago I told myself I solemnly swear Forever be hard to k**, even harder to scare One reason why me and other cats is hard to compare Cuz I'm fact, dat's fiction, it hardly compares Bein' hated part of the game, pimp it's hard but it's fair Well I'mma be the best, hate me, see if I care But just know I'm raisin' the bar and I'm keepin' there And I'mma still ride clean, blowin' weed in the air With 2 or 3 bad b**hes got they feet in the air Say they like when I smack on they a** and skeet in they hair Listen, I don't care if you got the song of the year Ya whole show shutin' down when the don appear [Hook]