On Doe, On Phil T.I. (Ft. Trae tha Truth)

[Intro: T.I.]
Yeah, uh huh
Fuck them niggas, fuck them niggas
Sucka ass nigga, heh, uh-huh
Slap yo nose off yo face (fuck them niggas)
Ay, look, turn it

[Verse 1: T.I.]
I'm big time nigga, y'all too small to me
And I don't dig y'all niggas, so stop callin me
This ain't a peace sign bitch, it mean two to ya head
You know I'm quick to hit ya patna
In the chest with the choppa and ya boo in the leg
Still reppin A-Town nigga, Center Hill what's up?
Zone 1 Bankhead nigga, tote a gun and you better vest up
You know my nigga quick to hit a nigga chick
Quick to hit a lick, quick to run a check up
Dope boy, we the best of niggas
Raise techs up nigga, try to check us, try me
I'ma bust his head quick fast, Ricky Bobby
Ask his patna what the fuck he wanna do about it? Nada
Hustle Gang bang green, all about a dollar
Better hold her hand if you give a shit about her
When you bring her round me, all I know
I'ma get some head right before I go
Gotta problem, we can handle this shit off top
Got the thing let it pop, cool as a cough drop
100 on the watch ball and a decade in
None of my niggas fightin less the rest came in
Was a trial defendent sitting 'til the check came in
100 of them 21, run it, do it again
I ain't got no co-defendent just my family and friends
And a trunk full of chopper rifles, handles and pins
Loaded down in an old brown Buick sedan
Lookin for it on the way to Alabama again