Lyrics:

T.I. {Talking}

Alright man yall win. I wont say it...atleast for this time, hey(ha!)



[Verse 1]

You steady lookin for the realest, well I'm real as it get

Rap to the nigga dealin hard who livin legit

Pistol better, nigga wetter, I aint delivered 'em yet

My mouth big, but I got a pistol bigger than that

I got to die for my respect so, I honor the code

Keep niggas who be out there facin stuntin for hoes

And if ye aint never chose to remember nothin befo

Just know the game somethin you win, somethin you know(hey)

But if she oughta begin again, start in it go

Learn to shoot pistol, flip it, or how hard it grow

Now if ye aint never heard of pimp squad befo

Ye better ask a real nigga, or a broad you know

Cause ye aint ready for the pros, u gettin out of yo brain

Ye in over yo head, way out of ye lane

I'll be insane to say I'm filthy rich and got it from Kane

So we'll just say if niggas know they just got it the same, Right



(Chorus)

Cuz you know who, and you know what, and you know where

Go against us, too unfair

Cuz everywhere you do a show, we got kinfolk there

Now you know I aint no more, and now the tinfolk there, it's

You know who, and you know what, and you know where

Beefin', now don't you go there

And if you do, don't use a gap producers, he won't care

He'll get you to rule the road, pimpin' he won't share, man



[Verse 2]

I know you think you out there gettin it in

But what you doin', I done done it once and did it again

And had choice between runnin wild and hittin the sin

And he was sellin' down turn, not million and 10

Could give a damn if I never sell a million again

I gotta thank you a million, just for 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

Don't flop, who me, pimpin' loosen ye screws

You kinda dope if you lettin' niggas shootin' at you

No ye ain't ready for the shit I'm introducin' to you

The roof in the back of the 'Mach ain't as translucent as you

So now you nigga dressin' up, man do what you do

I got style, pimp, it's more than just a sue(??) in the shoe

It's the proof, and I'm the truth, stack gun on the seal

I'm what it is, these other niggas just southern with deals, for real



(Chorus)

Cuz you know who, and you know what, and you know where

Go against us, too unfair

Cuz everywhere you do a show, we got kinfolk there

Now you know I aint no more, and now the tinfolk there, it's

You know who, and you know what, and you know where

Beefin', now don't you go there

And if you do, don't use a gap producers, he won't care

He'll get you to rule the road, pimpin' he won't share, man



[Beat continues..]