Artist: T.I. f/ Young Buck, Young Dro Album: King Song: Undertaker Typed by: clipse_211@yahoo.com [DJ Drama] Hahahaha... Y'all niggaz really thought we wasn't goin to do it again... C'mon man... Grand Hustle nigga!! You know what it is... T.I.P, DJ the fuck Drama, Young Dro, Young Buck... I said P$C whats happenin nigga!! [T.I.] I'ma pimp type, nigga ridin' clean after midnight Ready for the gun play, prepared for a fist fight Roll up on yo bitch and ask her what that pussy hit like First she acting funny, in a minute she gon get right Get down, got her fuckin with another bitch now I'm King of all that I survey, remember this is T.I.P. town Hey, you ain't ready pussy nigga better sit it down We Mac-90, rock steady nigga spit rounds Turn yo stomach to spaghetti when it hit the ground Toss the choppers in the Chevy than we mashing down Camelton? counting all yo Benjamins and Hamiltons As far I'm concerned you just a job for the janitors Don't disregard I'ma God you a amatuer Hide behind ya bodyguards and ya manager I pimp hard throughout all the pages and calendar Bitch it's Pimp Squad all action no cameras [Chorus - 2X] You know what it is, and you know what it do You know what it is, and you know what it do Shortay we bury niggaz, shortay we bury niggaz Shortay we bury niggaz, shortay we bury niggaz The Undertaker [Young Dro] Hey stand in on the trap with me Mashin me is blasphemy, 1000 round magazine My partnas say no attackin me I'm aged to the average beef, respitory flamin beats Fruit Chevy H.I.-C, my lyrics hit like HIV Spray by me, Sniper Dro, murder come today by me Bullet chip yo L.I.P and dirty all yo H.I.Ps Shot both of yo homies, now they feedin them through a I.V. The tray I be from the Westside, where they say I be May I be the ruler over all that I survey I be Laid back, yaze black, triple kiwi Mabach Weed match the Benz, kush triple kiwi 80 pack Old school baby crack I'm tryin to bring the 80's back Haitians get me Haiti crack, plus my momma hated crack Til we got a evicted and I came through with them 80 stacks Play it back, rewind where I live, I'ma zone 3 hustla Niggaz know what it is... [Chorus] [Young Buck] May we all bow our heads and pray for this nigga The Undertaker's comin any day for this nigga They hate him in the hood for the dreams he been sellin I read the paperwork and it seems you was tellin You know what it is, and you know who I'm talkin bout When the feds came, I didnt open up my mouth What you scared fo, niggaz know you been a ho It's like, homies shit was all good just a week ago Get the goons ready start up your ve-hi-cle And shoot at any fuckin car you ain't seen before Pick up the shells and then use a automatic They gave 50 years to my nigga Lil Travis Set a boobie-trap, let him trip over the wire Then he gon be laying, right by the preacher and the choir And before I do, T.I. go and handle yo biz When you see me holla at me homie, you know what it is [Chorus]