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..]