So Many Diamonds

"So Many Diamonds"(feat. T.I.)[T.I.]Aight nigga, you already know what it is manA-Town, H-Town connection niggaT.I.P. man, you understand that?My homeboy Paul Wall, extended Pimp Squad CliqueKeep it pimpin mayne![Chorus: T.I.]So many diamonds in my teeth you can't see no goldHundred ki's in the streets, every week no OCertified G, a young nigga so coldIt's the Pimp Squad Clique, punk bitch, we so tho'ed[T.I.]Pimp smoke grey Cadillac, 24, imagine thatCamera in my license plate to see you when I'm backin backT.I.P. be smokin on that good shit imagine thatI'm blowin on a hoe that's strong enough to kill the CadillacBy bitch I mean fro, hell to heart and had a mack attackGive me a brick of blow you never seen it flip as fast as thatAnd you can keep the beef, pussy nigga I don't battle rapSo that bullshit you kickin through yo' teeth a gangsta laughin atThat shit you hear on "Gangsta Grillz" is real, best chillbefore you wake up with some gangsters in your grill and get killedBy a nigga named Big Phil, tote a big steelGive a damn if my record never sells, I'm the shit still[Chorus - 2X][Paul Wall]I got the diamond ice in the grill, invisible top, glass bottomI'm swervin lanes on the interstate, evadin laws and playin possumI spin the wheel I roll the dice, I look at life in a different light36 of that white make you a celebrity overnightI shoot a kite to my potnah Project, locked up doin 45And let him know I'm still holdin, them Grit Boys is on the riseA hundred percent no compromise, my momma raised to be a manI'm not concerned with the next man, gettin money, that's my planI'm on the road with that boy Unique, I'm po'n drank he roll the SweetsT Ferris concocted a master plan, we executed it to the TIt's Paul Wall and T.I.P., makin haters, R.I.P.We so tho'ed you can't compete, our competition is obsolete[Chorus - 2X][Paul Wall]I'm on the hustle 25&8, ATL to the lone star stateOn the move I'm bleedin blocks, tryin to get this paper straightNo time to wait no room for error, the gameplan is crystal clearI'm tryin to bolt up 83's and throw some ice cubes in the airI'm reminiscin, on my potnah Duke that died and passed awayI'm strapped up at all times, if you flex I'ma blast awayLike Tom Hanks on "Castaway," I'm posted up just one deepCause these days these hoes out here be plottin to come up on the creepAnd these suckers be on that reach, tryin to come up off of meYou need to go get it, by yourself and stand up on your own two feetLook at me I'm star-studded, all because I punch that clockBurnin straights out on the block, givin it all I got[Chorus - 2X]