Lyrics

[Intro: Juelz Santana] Let's do it Okay (Jazze) We in the motherfuckin' building (Dipset, bitch) I heard my man T.I. is the motherfuckin' king of the south (Uh huh) Well, I'm the motherfuckin' prince of the city You already know (Santana) And when the king and the prince get together It's nothing but royalty, roll the mat out So we going to get down like this (Yeah!) [Verse 1: Juelz Santana] Now if I ain't gangsta, who is, you is? Truth is, you ain't, I am, who this clown ass nigga? I'm a straight lead spitter, straight bread getter Up north hustler with a Bankhead nigga now bounce! That's just Jazze on the beat again Tappin' on machines again, it's crackin', threw your speakers in That's what it sounds like when I'm in the South, right Put it down, put it round, bouncin' through your town like Uh, bang first, play second, aim first prey Second, make dirt, day heaven I'm a crack baller, straight sevens, mack holder Spray seven at your back, soldier I walk through the club like everybody pussy Yeah, T.I. with me, snatching everybody cookies The fifth on me case, anybody push me Let it fly, let it fly like everbody push me Stop frontin' like you bang head, nigga Till you bang head whether we Bankhead nigga T.I., we fly, we ride, we bang, you die (motherfucker) [Interlude: T.I.] (yo, yo, hey, hey, hey, hey) [Hook: T.I.] My pimp squad, fuck, nigga, now what Dipset, fuck, nigga, now what West side, fuck, nigga, now what East side, fuck, nigga, now what Harlem world, fuck, nigga, now what Bankhead, fuck, nigga, now what My A-Town, fuck, nigga, now what My N.Y., fuck, nigga, now what [Verse 2: T.I.] The illest nigga in the trap with a scrap You talk shit, pussy nigga getting slapped I get a couple ki, turned them into crack And listen them, I'm countin' bout a hundred stacks So, if you need word then holla right back I could sell it for cheap 'cause I got it like that White T-shirts and A-Town hats Got 'em super clean with dubs on that Hey, first nigga put my name in a rap Getting robbed on the spot, ya act hard getting shot, fuck boi I give a fuck about your squad or your block Hit 13 had it hard on the block First thing, first start with a Glock Then step it up to choppas, gauges, then elevens Mack 10's Now your fully equipped to stretch niggas (like who?) Like them P-S-C and Dipset niggas [Hook: T.I.] My pimp squad, fuck, nigga, now what Dipset, fuck, nigga, now what West side, fuck, nigga, now what East side, fuck, nigga, now what Harlem world, fuck, nigga, now what Bankhead, fuck, nigga, now what My A-Town, fuck, nigga, now what My N.Y., fuck, nigga, now what [Verse 3: Juelz Santana] Now what, now stunt, nigga Pop your trunk, now front I'm holdin' two, now what Big guns with me, big gun pissy When it come to these bitches Man, I'm dirtier then the south Squirtin' it in your mouth, bitch Yeah, back curtin', yeah, back squirtin' Yeah, nigga, gat squrtin' Yeah, nigga, that's curtains Hold up, we senseless Make you throw up your breakfast Me and T.I. hold the connection [Verse 4: T.I.] Me and Santana from Harlem to Atlanta The cocaine manager, ho brain damager I'd be god damned if a nigga wanna cock hammers And split bandanas on niggas with bad manners You wanna kill me, you willing to ride to hell with me Seven shot revolver, I'm taking my shells with me You don't want no trouble with niggas like us Try me, I'll fuck your whole life up To the group of haters that don't like us Pimp squad, Dipset, fuck nigga now what [Hook: T.I.] My pimp squad, fuck, nigga, now what Dipset, fuck, nigga, now what West side, fuck, nigga, now what East side, fuck, nigga, now what Harlem world, fuck, nigga, now what Bankhead, fuck, nigga, now what My A-Town, fuck, nigga, now what My N.Y., fuck, nigga, now what