T.I. - Where they at lyrics

Yeah, yeah, ya'll already know what it is, pimp T.I.P., king of the motherf**in' south BGizzzy, let's do it homie Grand Hustle, pimp, Chopper City in here Got my n***a Blok in this b**h Eastside represent Westside Bankhead n***a, it is on, what A-town n***a, you know what it is, on through Mechanicville Snow Hill n***a, Pittsburgh, all my real n***as ride out with me Ya'll know what's happening, PSC n***a I can give you what you want, T.I.P. the hottest Game withcha ya need, I can tell ya all about it You can come up in the streets but it ain't no gettin' out it When I tell ya I'm a "G", pimp, I'm really being modest I can tell ya bout the dope boyz, hoes and the ballers The pimps and the macks, real n***as wouldn't call us Hanging in the traps 'cause that's what our daddy taught us From 30's on the 'lac, to a Benz on Broddas Standin' on the corners, slingin' crack and stacking dollars Till it's time to cop a brick and I'm tired of moving quarters My daddy won't a doctor and my momma won't a lawyer I ain't never had sh**, congragulations is in order Tryin' to get a mill for my sons and my daughters If I caught a bad b**h with connections down in Florida Said her daddy and her uncle, still gettin' cross the water I'm richer now, I'd be a motherf**in' fool, if I don't call her What it is my n***a, what it do, what it do I got a brick or two, I'm finna to buss a move, buss a move What it is my n***a, what it do, what it do I got a tool and I'm finna cut the fool What it do, what it do, what it do, what it do, what it do My n***a, what it do, what it do, what it do, what it do, what it do What it do, what it do my n***a, what it do and what it do I'm a H U S T L E R If I don't know you, then f** ya, if I know ya, I front ya But ya gotta break me off, you don't, I catch ya slippin' on the block And knock you off, I know people, I get nice deals Get'em five dollars, sell'em ten dollars a pill I know people, get ki's for thirteen If I f** with ya, then get 'em for sixteen I know people, get'em three hundred a pound Give'em to ya for five hundred if you my round I'm a hustler, holla at me uptowm I'm well connected with weed, white, tan and brown Come see a n***a, want a nice sixteen You real, we swap work, you fake, it's twenty G's It's like that, I dun been through the struggle I'm running Chopper City, and f**ing with Grand Hustle What it is my n***a, what it do, what it do I got a brick or two, I'm finna to buss a move, buss a move What it is my n***a, what it do, what it do I got a tool and I'm finna cut the fool What it do, what it do, what it do, what it do, what it do My n***a, what it do, what it do, what it do, what it do, what it do What it do, what it do, my n***a, what it do and what it do I got the eye of a tiger and the heart of a bear I'm the king of the jungle you can follow me there Now you can hear it from these n***as, who hardly was there Or take it from n***as, who fought and make it a scar to get here Several years ago, I told myself that I solemnly swear Forever be hard to k**, even harder to scare One reason why me and the other cats is hard to compare 'Cause I'm fact, that's fiction, it hardly compares Being hated, part of the game,yes, it's hard but it's fair Well, I'ma be the best hating n***a, see if I care But just know, I'm raising the bar and I'm keeping it there And I'ma still ride clean, throwing weed in the air With two or three bad b**hes, got they feet in the air Say they like when I smack on they a**, and skeet in they hair Listen, I don't care if you got the song of the year Ya whole show shut down, if the "Don" appears What it is my n***a, what it do, what it do I got a brick or two, I'm finna to buss a move, buss a move What it is my n***a, what it do, what it do I got a tool and I'm finna cut the fool What it do, what it do, what it do, what it do, what it do My n***a, what it do, what it do, what it do, what it do, what it do What it do, what it do, my n***a, what it do and what it do