Undertaker lyrics

by

Pharrell Williams


[Intro: DJ Drama]
Y'all n*ggas really thought we wasn't gonna do it again?
Come on man, grand Hustle n*gga, you know what it is
T.I.P, DJ the f*ck Drama, Young Dro, Young Buck
I said P-$-C-what's-happenin'-n*gga

[Verse 1: T.I.]
Yo Khao!
I'm a pimp type, n*gga ridin' clean after midnight
Ready for the gun play, prepared for a fist fight
Roll up on yo b*tch and ask her what that pus*y hit like
First she acting funny, in a minute she gon' get right
Get down, got her f*ckin' with another b*tch now
I'm king of all that I survey, remember this is T.I.P. town
Hey, you ain't ready? pus*y n*gga better sit it down
We Mac-90, rock steady n*gga spit rounds
Turn yo stomach to spaghetti when it hit the ground
Toss the choppers in the Chevy, then we mashing down Campbellton counting all your Benjamins and Hamiltons
As far I'm concerned you just a job for the janitors
Don't disregard I'm a God you a amateur
Hide behind ya bodyguards and ya manager
I pimp hard throughout all the pages in the calendar
b*tch it's Pimp Squad: all action no cameras

[Chorus: T.I., Young Buck & Young Dro]
You know what it is, you know what it do
And you know what it is, and you know what it do
You know what it is, you know what it do
And you know what it is, and you know what it do
Shorty we bury n*ggas, shorty we bury n*ggas
Shorty we bury n*ggas, shorty we bury n*ggas
The undertaker
[Verse 2: Young Dro]
Hey, stand in on the trap with me
Mention me is blasphemy, 1000 round magazine
My partnas say no attackin' me
I'm aged to the average beef, respiratory crushin beats
Fruit Chevy H.I.C, my lyrics hit like HIV
Spray by me, Sniper Dro, murder come today by me
Bullet chip yo L I P and dirty all yo H I Ps
Shot both of yo homies, now they feedin' them through a I.V
The tray I be from the west side, where they say I be
May I be the ruler over all that I survey I be
Laid back, yay's black, triple kiwi Maybach
Weed match the Benz, kush triple kiwi 80 pack
Old school baby crack. I'm tryin' to bring the 80's back
Haitians get me Haiti crack, plus my momma hated crack
'Til we got a evicted and I came through with them 80 stacks
Play it back, rewind where I live
I'm a zone 3 hustla, n*ggas know what it is

[Chorus: T.I., Young Buck & Young Dro]
You know what it is, you know what it do
And you know what it is, and you know what it do
You know what it is, you know what it do
And you know what it is, and you know what it do
Shorty we bury n*ggas, shorty we bury n*ggas
Shorty we bury n*ggas, shorty we bury n*ggas
The undertaker
[Verse 3: Young Buck]
May we all bow our heads and pray for this n*gga
The undertaker's comin' any day for this n*gga
They hate him in the hood, for 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
What you scared fo'? n*ggas know you been a ho
It's like....homey sh*t was all good just a week ago
Get the goons ready, start up your vehicle
And shoot at any f*ckin' car you ain't seen before
Pick up the shells if ya use a automatic
They gave 50 years to my n*gga Lil' Travis
Set a booby-trap, let him trip over the wires
Then he gon' be laying....right by the preacher and the choir
And if u catch him 'fore I do, T.I. go and handle yo biz
When you see me holla at me homie, you know what it is

[Chorus: T.I., Young Buck & Young Dro]
You know what it is, you know what it do
And you know what it is, and you know what it do
You know what it is, you know what it do
And you know what it is, and you know what it do
Shorty we bury n*ggas, shorty we bury n*ggas
Shorty we bury n*ggas, shorty we bury n*ggas
The undertaker
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