(Talking)    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...          [T.I]    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          (chorus)    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          [BG]    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          (chorus)             [T.I]    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          (chorus)