Who We Is (OG) lyrics

[Chorus: T.I. & Doe B]
(Who we is, n*gga?)
We them n*ggas all them b*tches love to f*ck
(Aye, who we is, n*gga?)
We them n*ggas everybody love to hate
Riding through the city with the windows up
(And how we live, n*gga?)
Presidential sh*t, I'm talking JFK
Want the top spot, ain't no runners up
Sorry we do not believe in second place
On a bus full of sl*ts, they can't f*ck with us
And it's Hustle Gang over everything
(Now who we is?)
We them n*ggas all them b*tches love to f*ck
(Now who we is?)
And it's Hustle Gang over everything
(Now how we live?)
Presidential sh*t, I'm talking JFK
(And what it is?)
And it's Hustle Gang over everything

[Verse 1: T.I.]
Head honcho, war ready
Got the Ks and the carbon in the car already
Do what you do, shawty bust your move
But when I come back, n*gga ya'll you gon' get it
I guess it'd be best if I do my stuff?
Run up on your girl, n*gga two guns up (Hey!)
Better watch what you do my guy, you don't wanna make it me and you my guy
Cause if you get mad then a few might fly, but if if I get mad 22 might die
You can't fit these in a shoe, my guy
They way too big, bang bang you dead
You take back everything you said
Fo' I put a hole in it, Imma drain your head
I [?] wearing green when the blood hit the shirt, then I looked at the stain said it ain't so red
Mi loco, no comprende, all we do is get busy
I'm connected with the [?], it's ain't no hoe n*gga with me
The realest in your city, whatever city you sent me
Was born a real n*gga, it ain't no going against it
[Chorus: T.I. & Doe B]
(Who we is, n*gga?)
We them n*ggas all them b*tches love to f*ck
(Aye, who we is, n*gga?)
We them n*ggas everybody love to hate
Riding through the city with the windows up
(And how we live, n*gga?)
Presidential sh*t, I'm talking JFK
(Now who we is?)
We them n*ggas all them b*tches love to f*ck
(Now who we is?)
And it's Hustle Gang over everything
(Now how we live?)
Presidential sh*t, I'm talking JFK
(And what it is?)
And it's Hustle Gang over everything

[Verse 2: Spodee]
Sucka n*gga leave a b*tch around, n*gga Imma leave 'em both mad
The way I do a hoe is so sad
You ain't tuned into this then pick up your remote pad
If a thug sending killers, send a hoe with the most ass?
I do a n*gga so bad
Smoke that, that's your ass
I ain't never took sh*t from a n*gga, but his whole cash
You're so bad with the class you can't gon' get the choke tag
pus*y n*gga where your hoe at? Young n*gga where your hoe at?
Might as well give her up, cause you ain't havin no swag
And you don't got the most cash, you ain't even in the poor class, your little bitty hoe ass
No fashion and no class
Every n*gga over here been cool since the throwbacks
I'm a brand new Ducati, little buddy you a moped
Ya'll better have Dro ass, we show you where the dope at
Only got two rules, leave a designated boat? man
And whatever you do, n*gga, don't mention [?] name
I'll break a hoe in four halves
My Chevrolet is running, he got 200 and 4 valves
Imma show you how to go there, for these n*ggas it no fair
I'm so rare, hoe yeah, n*gga
[Chorus: T.I. & Doe B]
(Who we is, n*gga?)
We them n*ggas all them b*tches love to f*ck
(Aye, who we is, n*gga?)
We them n*ggas everybody love to hate
Riding through the city with the windows up
(And how we live, n*gga?)
Presidential sh*t, I'm talking JFK
(Now who we is?)
We them n*ggas all them b*tches love to f*ck
(Now who we is?)
And it's Hustle Gang over everything
(Now how we live?)
Presidential sh*t, I'm talking JFK
(And what it is?)
And it's Hustle Gang over everything

[Verse 3: Doe B]
Okay, I'm bad, and I got a whole lotta cash
Real fast, put it all in the stash
Ya'll ain't struggle, got a little b*tch mediocre
Might get a little head in the slab?
Really need to cool it, how when I'm still toting uzis?
I'll take a n*gga slice of the pizza
Kick a little flash, spend a couple racks on sneakers
My whip got James Bond featured
sh*t, my gang hustle, ain't wait for a handout
Show my hairline, my pants down
Oh you ain't ask 'round, better go and check my background
f*ck around, hear the Mac sound
Yeah I can laugh now, been a while since I been broke
Been broke, that was no joke
Came from a Pinto, all the way to a Benzo
Iced out Rollie make my wrist glow
Hold up, let me slow it down
Slow low, then some more rounds
On the way to your hoe now
And n*ggas don't play with us, cause we armed and dangerous
We the face of the A-town
Hold up, I beg your pardon
Flexing on n*ggas, I'm sorry
Been stealing my swag, you could borrow it
Now say it to the face of the carbon (Bah! Bah!)
[Chorus: T.I. & Doe B]
(Who we is, n*gga?)
We them n*ggas all them b*tches love to f*ck
(Aye, who we is, n*gga?)
We them n*ggas everybody love to hate
Riding through the city with the windows up
(And how we live, n*gga?)
Presidential sh*t, I'm talking JFK
(Now who we is?)
We them n*ggas all them b*tches love to f*ck
(Now who we is?)
And it's Hustle Gang over everything
(Now how we live?)
Presidential sh*t, I'm talking JFK
(And what it is?)
And it's Hustle Gang over everything

[Verse 4: Young Dro]
Imma show you how to spit this sh*t, if you counting syllables, Killin em, it's pitiful, leaving 'em hospitable (Dro)
I'm the motherf*cker that'll get at you, and I been f*cking with your main hoe since I was 22
I'm young and I'm thuggin' and I'm going out bustin'
And if you need a brick of that hard, give me some f*ckin' with?
You know them boy straight, when I break down nick sacks
And I have them pus*y n*ggas taking off from the click-clack (Bow!)
Get back, break a n*gga off like a Kit-Kat
Where your b*tch at? Where the bricks at?
You been in the gym working out, oh I get that
Well you can get six bullets in your six-pack (Boom!)
Oh, we need a goon to fire your ass up, put you in a room and tie your ass up
n*gga want a plate, then hit him with the butt
Of the K, in the mouth and wire his ass up
Crazy, please don't upset the one
At hoes in the 44, tech the gun
Call me DMC without Run
Man, I got so much game I f*ck nuns
Young Dro ain't Hustle Gang, n*gga please that's just like UGK without Bun
And I got a mask on my face with a gat on my waist, street sweeper upset? when I come

[Chorus: T.I. & Doe B]
(Who we is, n*gga?)
We them n*ggas all them b*tches love to f*ck
(Aye, who we is, n*gga?)
We them n*ggas everybody love to hate
Riding through the city with the windows up
(And how we live, n*gga?)
Presidential sh*t, I'm talking JFK
Want the top spot, ain't no runners up
Sorry we do not believe in second place
On a bus full of sl*ts, they can't f*ck with us
And it's Hustle Gang over everything
(Now who we is?)