[Hook]
Hut one, Hut two two
Ready set go
Make these n***as get right
Or get low
Hut one, hut two two
Ready set go
Make these n***as get right
Or get low
Get low, get low or get right right
Holla k**er k** for the villa Big Mike Big Mike
Get low get low or get right right
Holla k**er k** for the villa Big Mike Big Mike
[Verse 1 - k**er Mike]
I know these streets bout tired of this weak sh**
Your style been ran through like a freak b**h
The p**y club got you angered with your frequent
Ed Hardy a** n***a and ya sequins
Might as well shop at Victoria Secret
Have 'em gift wrap you some "I love Pink" sh**
Rap due and y'all n***as delinquent
You better find another n***a to link with
Cause the n***a you link with is a lie fool
I used to bully that monkey n***a in high school
Sit at the lunch table, steal and eat his damn food
The pretty girls, they say, Michael a damn fool
I get my work on, and get my flirt on
I say f** 'em he a p**y put a skirt on 'em
I say f** 'em he a p**y put a skirt on 'em
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[Verse 2 - k**er Mike]
I'm the product, of the age of narcotics
That means I'm dope like the pills you swallow
Down by law I lead don't follow
Grind time, grand hustling for gualla
I remain in the game to break lames off
Some of them sensitive and some too soft
The hood been forced to f** with y'all by default
But now the truth here the bullsh** cuts off
This is real homie, no fake, no filler
One hundred percent grade A k**er
Something like the b**h that I keep in Villa Rica
But I'ma be quiet ‘cause they might Mike Vick ya
Might catch Mike with a light Mike Vicka
Some purple kush that'll get me high like a missile
Smoking one deep homie cause I don't f** with you
Sincerely from the hustle and grind time official
[T.I.]
Lets go lets go
Grand hustle
Money on our mind
And we ain't going down s**er
And Grind time, Hut two and Grand Hustle
Send them here got them looking like the king bankhead s**er
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