Undertaker - Lyrics - T.i.
Clifford Joseph Harris, Jr. , better known by his stage name T.I. , is an American rapper, record producer, actor and entrepreneur from Bankhead, Atlanta, Georgia. T.I. embarked on his music career alongside his longtime friends and fellow rappers in the Southern hip hop group Pimp Squad Click . He is the founder and co-chief executive officer of Grand Hustle Records, which he launched in 2003. In 2009, Billboard ranked him as the 27th Artist of the 2000s decade.
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I'm a *** tight, *** ridin clean after midnight,
ready for the gun play, prepared for a fistfight,
run up on your *** and ask her what that *** hit like ?
at first she actin' funny, but in a minute i knew she'd get right,
get down, got her ***' with another *** now,
i'm king of all ice so remember this tip town,
and you aint ready *** *** better set it down,
we mag night and rock steady *** spittin rounds,
turn ur stomach to spaghetti when you hit the ground,
toss the choppas in the chevy now we mashin down,
Camilton, countin' all your benjamins and hamiltons,
as far as im concerned your just a job for the janitors,
don't disregard i'm a guard your an amature,
hidin' behind your body guards and your manager,
i *** hard through all the pages in the calender,
*** is *** Squad, its all action no cameras,
[Chorus]
You know what it is, You know what it is,
You know what it is, You know what is is,
Shorty we bury ***, Shorty we bury ***,
Shorty we bury ***, Shorty we bury ***, ... THE UNDERTAKER
You know what it is, You know what it is,
You know what it is, You know what is is,
Shorty we bury ***, Shorty we bury ***,
Shorty we bury ***, Shorty we bury ***, ... THE UNDERTAKER
Yo, standin on the trap with me, mashin' me is best for me
1000 round magazine, my partner say no attemptin me
Im A to the average B, respiratory ??, fruit chevy, H-IC, my lyrics hit like ***
spray by me, state patrol, *** comes like day to me,
bullets chip your l-i-p and dirty all your h-i-p's
Shout out to your homies where they're feedin um through they IV,
from the westside where they say I be,
the way i be, the ruler of all i survery I be,
Laid back, Yay's back, Triple Kiwi Maybach,
Weed match the benz, Cush triple kiwi'd 80 pack,
Old school baby crack, I'm tryin' to bring the 80's back,
Haitians give me hated crack, cuz my momma hated crack,
Til' we got evicted and I came through and done ate his ***,
playa back, we rhyme we i live, I'm a zone 3 hustla *** know what it is,
[Chorus]
May we all bow our heads, and pray for this ***,
The undertakers comin any day for this ***,
They hate um' in the hood, from 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 didn't open up my mouth,
Waht you scared for ?, *** know you've been a hoe,
It was like homie, *** was all good just a week ago,
Get the goons ready start up your vehicle,
and shoot at any ***' car you ain't seen before,
Pick up the shells, and we use an automatic,
they gave 50 years to my *** lil' travis,
see i'm movin trap, and let um trip over the wires,
and then he'll be layin', right by the preacher and the choir,
Catch um before I do, T.I. go and handle your biz,
When you see me holler at me homie you know what it is ...
[Chorus]
