PSC - Bankhead lyrics

[Intro] Westside n***a Hey [Hook x2: T.I.] I got my .44 and my dro And my Chevy on twenty-fours, and my ho Now where am I 'posed to go? [Verse 1: T.I.] See me riding in a Chevy, .44 on the seat With a quarter or a blow, get low, then we see No tag, no license, trunk loaded with D Riding Fulton in D, where we know it to be They pull us over, you think I'm stopping, you must be f**ing with me If they don't want to die tonight, they best stop f**ing with me I'mma pull over in bowen home my cousin and B And they gon' hide me in they home while they looking for me [Verse 2: Big Kuntry King] Hey, we the neighborhood superstars Couple Chevys, pulling hard Thousand dollars worth of dimes in the trap with rockstars We putting fear in cowards' hearts when they see us on the block Swerving in the deuce in quarters, busting shots just because The hell I care about getting caught, I'm making bail by twelve o'clock Back in the spot with the same bomb-serving drops I pull a ho in Bangkok, dropped her off at Tip's spot I'm burning rubber, f** the cops, another day on my block [Hook x2: T.I.] [Verse 3: Mac Boney] I'm Cadillac daddy, pulled up on some hoes from old Natty I said I'm Pimp Squad, ho, what's happening Westside get them panties, snap She asked me, can I do the Laffy Taffy? I said I do it to make the p**y happy Let's get a room over on Virginia Step inside a suite and then continue You're in for a little fender bender Baby, just remember, make it quick These n***as kind of know me, I'm the sh** [Verse 4: C-Rod] I'm in a bubble kush Chevy, well at least that's what it smells like Hit the gas, blue fire blowing out the tailpipe Tailpipe, that's all these hoes wanna lick for the night I treat 'em like Tina, beat that p**y and you call me Ike That's right, monster ride sitting on the twenty-eights It sound like a stadium, you would've thought the Braves played The engine running like Vick, with the Falcons on the hood Mr., Mr. Westside, yeah you know they in my hood [Hook x2: T.I.] [Verse 5: AK] Ain't no telling where I'm going, 'less I'm stepping out Sitting on the high life, windows up, in the clouds Open up the console, that's where I got my gun Right next to that, get that bag and roll another one I got the vitamins, make a freak f** all night Hoes know, k**ers on the Westside earn stripes Make that money turn bright, just look at my piece and my grill Swerving off Church Street, the pimp God gave me sk**s [Verse 6: Young Dro] I was born up in Bankhead, y'all remember me Way back in '83, T.I. stayed up the street from me Just cause I'm from Bankhead, n***as having beef with me Half never seen a G in a cap in my Beamer V Ten screens falling, my Chevy watching Lean On Me Riding down Simpson, 'bout to waste my purple lean on me Purple linen clean on me, the whole zone three on me Waffle House Charger, yellow-black, I got a bee on me [Hook x2: T.I.]