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lirik lagu undertaker – t.i.


i’m a pimp tight, n*gg* riding clean after midnight,
ready for the gun play, prepared for a fistfight,
run up on your b*tch and ask her what that p*ssy hit like?
at first she actin’ funny, but in a minute i knew she’d get right,
get down, got her f*ckin’ with another b*tch now,
i’m king of all that i survey, remember this tip town,
and you ain’t ready p*ssy n*gg* better set it down,
we mag night and rock steady n*gg* spitting rounds,
turn your stomach to spaghetti when you hit the ground,
toss the choppas in the chevy now we mashing down,
campbellton, countin’ all your benjamins and hamiltons,
as far as i’m concerned you’re just a job for the janitors,
don’t disregard i’m a guard you’re an amateur,
hidin’ behind your body guards and your manager,
i pimp hard through all the pages in the calender,
b*tch is pimp squad, it’s all action no cameras,

[chorus]
you know what it is, you know what it is,
you know what it is, you know what is is,
shawty we bury n*gg*s, shawty we bury n*gg*s,
shawty we bury n*gg*s, shawty we bury n*gg*s, … the undertaker
you know what it is, you know what it is,
you know what it is, you know what is is,
shawty we bury n*gg*s, shawty we bury n*gg*s,
shawty we bury n*gg*s, shawty we bury n*gg*s, … the undertaker

yo, standing on the trap with me, mashin’ me is best for me
1000 round magazine, my partner say no attackin’ me
i’m a to the average b, respiratory ??, fruit chevy, h-ic, my lyrics h*t like hiv
spray by me, state patrol, murder comes like day to me,
bullets chip your lip and dirty all your hip’s
shout out to your homies where they’re feeding um through they iv,
from the westside where they say i be,
the way i be, the ruler of all i survey i be,
laid back, yay’s back, triple kiwi maybach,
weed match the benz, cush triple kiwi’d 80 pack,
old school baby crack, i’m tryin’ to bring the 80’s back,
haitians give me hated crack, cause my momma hated crack,
til’ we got evicted and i came through with them eighty sacks,
player back, we rhyme we i live, i’m a zone 3 hustler n*gg*s know what it is,

[chorus]

may we all bow our heads, and pray for this n*gg*,
the undertakers coming any day for this n*gg*,
they hate um’ in the hood, from 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’ about,
when the feds came, i didn’t open up my mouth,
what you scared for ?, n*gg*s know you’ve been a hoe,
it was like homie, 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 sh*lls, and we use an automatic,
they gave 50 years to my n*gg* little’ travis,
see i’m moving trap, and let um trip over the wires,
and then he’ll be layin’, right by the preacher and the choir,
catch um before i do, ti go and handle your biz,
when you see me holler at me homie you know what it is …

[chorus]


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