You Know What It Is T.I. (Ft. Wyclef Jean)

[Intro: Wyclef Jean and T.I.]
Ayy, boy, don't spill my drink boy
Ba-lip!
Now, listen (Grand Hustle homie)
Everybody report to the bloodclaat dance floor (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Wyclef, "All Hands on Deck"
You love the beat?
(Boy you know what it is, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Yo, Tip, talk to me, bloodclaat!

[Chorus: T.I.]
I'm a real nigga, homie, tote six figures on me
Got a pistol you don't want it, boy, you what what it is
Ay, I'm way flyer, my pay's way higher
If they ever mention sire, boy, you know what it is
I'm 'bout that drama, you don't want no problems
I'll up that llama, boy, you know what it is
Ay, I get money, all I count is big money
Dick is all she get from me, boy, you know what is

[Post-Chorus: Wyclef Jean, T.I.]
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Yo T.I.P., let them likkle rap boys know how you living
Boy, you know what it is, nigga

[Verse 1: T.I.]
The wait is over, here we go again, I'm back into play
Gon' sell another couple mil' and take it back to the A
Gon' take that other couple mil' and put it back in the safe (Okay)
Five cash for the crib on the back of the lake (C'mon)
I'm up in Crucial two-steppin with the gat in the waist
T.I. ain't in the street no more, fo'-fo', is that what they say?
Don't even try him when you see him boy you have to be great
'Cause this pistol hit you in your face, your teeth they'll have to replace (Ha!)
That's if you lucky nigga trust me, it don't hurt me to take
100 thousand to them Haitians you'll be murdered today, nigga