Text písně What They Do

Yeah..Yeah..Ya'll already know what it is, pimp 
T.I.P., king of the motherfuckin south 
BGizzzy, lets do it homie 
Grand Hustle, pimp, Chopper City in here 
Got my nigga Blok, in this bitch 
Eastside represent....Westside Bankhead nigga, it is on, what 
A-town nigga, you know what it is, on through Mechanicville 
Snow Hill nigga, Pittsburgh, all my real niggas ride out with me 
Ya'll know what's happening, PSC nigga... 

I can give you what you want (want), T.I.P. the hottest (hottest) 
Game withcha ya need, I can tell ya all about it 
You can come up in the streets, but it ain't no gettin out it 
When I tell ya I'm a "G", pimp, I'm really being modest 
I can tell ya bout the dope boyz, hoes, and the ballers 
The pimps and the macks, real niggas wouldn't call us 
Hanging in the traps, cause that's what our daddy taught us 
From 30's on the 'lac, to a benz on broddas 
Standin' on the corners, slingin crack and stacking dollars 
Til it's time to cop a brick, and I'm tired of moving quarters 
My daddy won't a doctor and my momma won't a lawyer 
I ain't never had shit, congradulations is in order 
Tryin to get a mill for my sons and my daughters 
If I caught a bad bitch with connections down in Florida 
Said her daddy and her uncle, still gettin cross the water 
I'm richer now, I'd be a motherfuckin fool, if I don't call her 

What it is my nigga, what it do (what it do) 
I got a brick or two, I'm finna to buss a move (buss a move) 
What it is my nigga, what it do (what it do) 
I got a tool and I'm finna cut the fool 
What it do, what it do, what it do, what it do, what it do 
My nigga, what it do, what it do, what it do, what it do, what it do 
What it do, what it do my nigga, what it do 

I'm a H-U-S-T-L-E-R 
If I don't know you, then fuck ya, If I know ya, I front ya (Propper) 
But ya gotta break me off, you don't, I catch ya slippin on the block 
And knock you off 
I know people, I get nice deals 
Get'em five dollars, sell'em ten dollars a pill 
I know people, get ki's for thirteen 
If I fuck with ya, then get'em for sixteen 
I know people, get'em three hundred a pound 
Give'em to ya for five hundred if you my round 
I'm a hustler, holla at me uptowm 
I'm well connected with weed, white, tan and brown 
Come see a nigga, want a nice sixteen 
You real, we swap work, you fake, it's twenty g's 
It's like that, I dun been through the struggle 
I'm running Chopper City, and fucking with Grand Hustle 


I got the..eye of a tiger, and the heart of a bear 
I'm the king of the jungle you can follow me there 
Now you can...hear it from these niggas, who hardly was there 
Or take it from niggas, who fought, and make it a scar to get here 
Several years ago, I told myself that I solemnly swear 
Forever be hard to kill, even harder to scare 
One reason why me and the other cats is hard to compare 
Cause I'm fact, that's fiction, it hardly compares 
Being hated, part of the game,yes it's hard but it's fair 
Well I'ma be the best hating nigga, see if I care 
But just know, I'm raising the bar and I'm keeping it there 
And I'ma still ride clean, throwing weed in the air 
With two or three bad bitches, got they feet in the air 
Say they like when I smack on they ass, and skeet in they hair 
Listen...I don't care if you got the song of the year 
Ya whole show shut down, if the "Don" appears 



Diskografie Clifford Harris – Clifford Harris