Now What lyrics

[Intro: Juelz Santana]
Let's do it
Okay (Jazze)
We in the motherf*ckin' building (Dipset, b*tch)
I heard my man T.I. is the motherf*ckin' king of the south
(Uh huh)
Well, I'm the motherf*ckin' prince of the city
You already know (Santana)
And when the king and the prince get together
It's nothing but royalty, roll the mat out
So we going to get down like this (Yeah!)

[Verse 1: Juelz Santana]
Now if I ain't gangsta, who is, you is?
Truth is, you ain't, I am, who this clown ass n*gga?
I'm a straight lead spitter, straight bread getter
Up north hustler with a Bankhead n*gga now bounce!
That's just Jazze on the beat again
Tappin' on machines again, it's crackin', threw your speakers in
That's what it sounds like when I'm in the South, right
Put it down, put it round, bouncin' through your town like
Uh, bang first, play second, aim first prey
Second, make dirt, day heaven
I'm a crack baller, straight sevens, mack holder
Spray seven at your back, soldier
I walk through the club like everybody pus*y
Yeah, T.I. with me, snatching everybody cookies
The fifth on me case, anybody push me
Let it fly, let it fly like everbody push me
Stop frontin' like you bang head, n*gga
Till you bang head whether we bang head, n*gga
T.I., we fly, we ride, we bang, you die (motherf*cker)
[Interlude: T.I.]
(yo, yo, hey, hey, hey, hey)

[Hook: T.I.]
My pimp squad, f*ck, n*gga, now what
Dipset, f*ck, n*gga, now what
West side, f*ck, n*gga, now what
East side, f*ck, n*gga, now what
Harlem world, f*ck, n*gga, now what
Bankhead, f*ck, n*gga, now what
My A-Town, f*ck, n*gga, now what
My N.Y., f*ck, n*gga, now what

[Verse 2: T.I.]
The illest n*gga in the trap with a scrap
You talk sh*t, pus*y n*gga getting slapped
I get a couple kids, turned them into crack
And listen them, we could count hundred by the stacks
So, if you need word then holla right back
I could sell it for cheap 'cause I got it like that
White T-shirts and A-Town hats
Got 'em super clean with dubs on that
Hey, first n*gga put my name in a rap
Getting robbed on the spot, at hard getting shot
I give a f*ck about your squad or your block
Hit 13 had it hard on the block
First thing, first start with a Glock
Then step it up to choppas, gauges, then elevens Mack 10's
Now your fully equipped to stretch n*ggas (like who?)
Like them P-S-C and Dipset n*ggas
[Hook: T.I.]
My pimp squad, f*ck, n*gga, now what
Dipset, f*ck, n*gga, now what
West side, f*ck, n*gga, now what
East side, f*ck, n*gga, now what
Harlem world, f*ck, n*gga, now what
Bankhead, f*ck, n*gga, now what
My A-Town, f*ck, n*gga, now what
My N.Y., f*ck, n*gga, now what

[Verse 3: Juelz Santana]
Now what, now stunt, n*gga
Pop your trunk, now front
I'm holdin' two, now what
Big guns with me, big gun p*ssy
When it come to these b*tches
Man, I'm dirtier then the south
Squirtin' it in your mouth, b*tch
Yeah, back curtin', yeah, back squirtin'
Yeah, n*gga, gat squrtin'
Yeah, n*gga, that's curtains
Hold up, we senseless
Make you throw up your breakfast
Me and T.I. hold the connection

[Verse 4: T.I.]
Me and Santana from Harlem to Atlanta
The cocaine manager, ho brain damager
I'd be god damned if a n*gga wanna c*ck hammers
And split bandanas on n*ggas with bad manners
You wanna kill me, you willing to ride to hell with me
Seven shot revolver, I'm taking my shells with me
You don't want no trouble with n*ggas like us
Try me, I'll f*ck your whole life up
To the group of haters that don't like us
Pimp squad, Dipset, f*ck n*gga now what
[Hook: T.I.]
My pimp squad, f*ck, n*gga, now what
Dipset, f*ck, n*gga, now what
West side, f*ck, n*gga, now what
East side, f*ck, n*gga, now what
Harlem world, f*ck, n*gga, now what
Bankhead, f*ck, n*gga, now what
My A-Town, f*ck, n*gga, now what
My N.Y., f*ck, n*gga, now what