You Know What It Is

[Wyclef]Ay Boy, Don't Spill My Drink BoyPull It!Now Listen..(Grand Hustle homie)Everybody report to the bloodclot dancefloorWyclef all hands on deck (you love the beat)(boy you know what it is)[T.I.P & Wyclef]Ay, (brat), Ay (brat), Ay (brat)Yo T.I.P, talk to them bloodclot[T.I.P]I'm a real nigga HomieShow Six figga's on meI got a pistolYou don't want itBut You know what it isIm way fly-erMy pay is way higherIf they ever mention sireBoy You know what it isAbout that dramaYou don't want no' problemsGoatta love that lamaBut you know what it isI get Money, all I count is big moneyThis is all you get from meBoy you know what it is[Wyclef]Yo T.I.P, let them little rock boys know how you movin(Boy You Know What it is)[T.I.P]The wait is over here we go again I'm back in the plateGon sell another couple mill and take it back to tha 'AGon take that other couple mill and put it back in the safe5 carats for the crib only bI'm in big crusies 2 steppin with the gat in the waistT.I. aint in the streets no more fo sho is that what they say?No more cryin when you sayin boy you have to be greatCuz that pistol will hit ya in ya face yall peeps will have to replateThat's if you like it and if ya trust me it wont hurt me to takeA Hundred thousand to them Haitians you'll be murdered today.[T.I.P]I'm a real nigga HomieShow Six figga's on meI got a pistolYou don't want itBut You know what it isIm way fly-erMy pay is way higherIf they ever mention sireBoy You know what it isAbout that dramaYou don't want no' problemsGoatta love that lamaBut you know what it isI get Money, all I count is big moneyThis is all you get from meBoy you know what it is[Wyclef][ You Know What It Is lyrics found on http:&&www.completealbumlyrics.com ]Yo T.I.P, some boy wanna playa hate,Let em know who tha king of the south is!Talk to em![T.I.P]Women sweatin when they see me im apparently hotHad the album of the year nigga grammy or notRemember all day I used to stand in one spot2 revolvers in my pocket pitchin handlin rocksSee me now? choppin, there aint a car I aint gotIm the #1 customer at my own car lotIf ya wanna know how much I make just imagine alotEven tho I prolly gettin more then you'd imagine I gotListen close I need to know if you understand me or notIf ya disrespectin me you and your man'll get shot[T.I.P]I'm a real nigga HomieShow Six figga's on meI got a pistolYou don't want itBut You know what it isIm way fly-erMy pay is way higherIf they ever mention sireBoy You know what it isAbout that dramaYou don't want no' problemsGoatta love that lamaBut you know what it isI get Money, all I count is big moneyThis is all you get from meBoy you know what it is[T.I.P]Went from the King of the south, to the king of the statesRidin in a car you probably never seen in the statesNo Idea how much yay I can bring in the statesYou could get a hundred of em for a million todayLucus aint the only one who made a million a dayBut it's an American Gangsta right here in ya faceAnd you dont wanna see P$C on the scene with a 'KYou think you running and prorobbin that aint even the caseAnd just because you get away that dont mean its okayYou a dead man walking and I mean it okay.[T.I.P]I'm a real nigga HomieShow Six figga's on meI got a pistolYou don't want itBut You know what it isIm way fly-erMy pay is way higherIf they ever mention sireBoy You know what it isAbout that dramaYou don't want no' problemsGoatta love that lamaBut you know what it isI get Money, all I count is big moneyThis is all you get from meBoy you know what it is[Wyclef]Some of dem boys want to talk what dey have done.They guns sound like popcorn.