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Daz
I know it's your life nigg*..you do as you please (That's right)
But you know we be fking up
Huh, Huh....Yeah Aye,Aye,Aye..Yea, Yea, Yeah (What)
Aye,Aye,Aye......Yea, Yea, Yeah
That nigg* Daz and T.I is in the motherfkin house..You know what I mean
It's your life nigg*....live or die.......Wooooh!!
(chorus)
Can't ya see I'm on fire, so quit hating on me pimpin, I'm just living my life
Think I ain't gone ride, on all you p*ssy tryin to put an end to my life
You can't do it, don't try...I know you sucker wish that you was living my life
In white linen, I'm fly..top down in the SPYDER, BE A RYDER for the rest of my life
T.I
A-town veteran, started at eleven
When and bought an eight-ball, I was staying down every since
That's why its hard to find a young rap nigg* better than
Bankhead resident, Westside represent, Pimp Squad mobster
Grand Hustle president, heart of a lion and the nuts of an elephant
Trap musik heaven sent, you hating and it's evident
You trying to stack presidents, I'm tryin to set precedents
The comparison is insulting my intelligene
Cause real recognize real, and real you ain't never been
and never will, I catch ya where you chill, holla at ya where you live nigg*, fk a record deal (what's happenin)
I graduated out the yay, to stack a couple mill
Who would figure it would be a rap nigg* I have to kill
My potnaz telling me shawty you have to chill (fk that s**t) but Ima end Up hating with steel, what is is, still dope boy trap
Worldwide lovin it, haters see the spyder and they wanna put a slug in it
fk it, I'm a G, I been a rider, I ain't studding it
Better get ya mind of mind, and start hustling
(chorus:with ad libs)
Daz
I should BG banging the stripes, I avenge when I strike
Breaking my victims, BLINDING all with the light
Get it right, hold it tight, blast with all your might
See we hustle for them grands til the early light
Follw my plan on command, leave'em dead where they stand
Ain't no stopping the man nigg* with grands in my hands
Living the fast lane, grand hustle the gram when the cash came
(Grand hustle nigg*)
The police book me, take my fingerprint and last name
If I'm stuck in a cell, how would I maintain
Lock up all these , the penitentiary mind frame
I strive for perfection, my method is quite collective
Check out the fkin way I just rep it
This dog pound gangsta in A BLACK STANKIN LINCOLN
Rims shining, fresh paint, T.I. counting paper
Big moves stay on deck with the tools
All ya'll and girls and get sprayed with the tools..Brahhh
(chorus: with ad libs)
Daz
This how we hustle for the paper, cause the hustle get harder
I'm dog pounded out, an Atlanta Brave starter
Money, weed, and girls, 24 inches conversating
T.I. plotted on getting these , now for my
Murdering, killing, wheeling the spider, on a mission
All my ya'll know how the fk we kick it
I'ma keep my eyes on THE MEAL TICKET, hustle it up motherfker better kick it
T.I
All eyes on me, with my westside homie
In a drop 65, on D's, wanna ride on me
I got a forty-five, on me
In a hurry to die homie, get live on me
You charged with tryin to OG
And I'm creepin through the crowd, low key, nigg*
You don't know me
I learned from before me
I got insomnia shawty, I don't sleep, I bomb, I don't creep
(chorus: with ad libs)
Talking: T.I & Daz
Ya'll know how we do this s**t
T.I, that nigg* Daz....youknowhatimean
This my life, your life, our life, his life.live it to the fullest
One time for Pac, we miss you nigg*...Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
One time for Shorty B, keepin it pimpin'(Aye)
PSC, Grand Hustle, pimp (yeah)
fk nigg*, let this be a lesson to ya...Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Ya'll better start training man
You better be a d*mn good ducker nigg*,
When I godd*mn let loose with this chopper, you understand that
I ain't playin with ya'll , Once the motherfkin judge
Slam that godd*mn gaffel nigg* and let a motherfkin case beat nigg*
I'm at ya'll as* nigg*..Mark my motherfkin words, fck boys
I'm laying low for a reason pimp..Ha...fk
