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T.I.( Clifford Joseph Harris Jr. )
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You Know Who
Lyricist:Solomon Burke, Solomon V Sr Burke, Tony Galvin, Clifford Harris
Alright man, y'all win I won't say it, at least for this song, hey
I said they lookin' for the realest, well, I'm real as it get Rap to the nigga dealin' hard who live in the 'jects 'Til some better nigga wit her, ain't delivered 'em yet My mouth is, but I got a pistol bigger than that
I live and die by my respect so I honor the code Peep niggaz who be out here flexin', stuntin' for hoes And if you ain't never chose to remember nothin' before Just know the game is some you win and some you don't
But you already begin again, start, it go Learn to shoot a pistol, flip a O, how hard it go Man, if you ain't ever heard of Pimp Squad before You better ask a real nigga or a broad you know
'Cause you ain't ready for the pros, get it outta ya brain You in over your head, way out of your lane I been sayin' I'm filthy rich and got it from Caine So would you say them niggaz know if they done got it the same, right?
'Cause you know who, you know what Of the you know where, goin' against us, too unfair 'Cause everywhere you do a show, we got kinfolk there And now you know I ain't no more, not a tin folk there
It's you know who, you know what Of the you know where, beef now don't you go there And if you do, do not use our copy producers, he won't care If he leave the hood alone, pimpin' he won't share man Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
I know you think you out there gettin' it in But whatcha doin', I done did it once and did it again I had a trap between runnin' while living in sin He done settlin' down, turnin' nine million or ten
I give a damn if I never sell a million again I gotta thank you a million for just lettin' me in But now I'm settlin' in, gettin' used to the view On top, won't stop 'til I'm huger than you
Gon' flop? Who? Me, pimp you losin' your screws We gotta dope if you lettin' niggaz shoot into you No, you ain't ready for the shit I'm introducin' to you The roof in the back of the park ain't translucent as you
So now your nigga dressin' up, man, do what you do I got style, pimp, it's more than just the suit and the shoe This been proven, I'm the truth, stamp government seal I'm more than any of these other niggaz Just Southern with deals, for real
'Cause you know who, you know what Of the you know where, goin' against us, too unfair 'Cause everywhere you do a show, we got kinfolk there And now you know I ain't no more, not a tin folk there
It's you know who, you know what Of the you know where, beef now don't you go there And if you do, do not use our copy producers, he won't care If he leave the hood alone, pimpin' he won't share man
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