Текст песни T.I. - LET ’EM KNOW

[Intro: Pharrell Williams]
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo

[Verse 1: T.I.]
Runnin' to the checkered flag, runnin' through the red light
12 catch me gunnin', won't pull over 'til I'm dead, right
Ridin' 'til the sun rise, care none 'bout no bedtime
Ain't gon' catch no bitch that's ridin' with me 'less that head fire, better know
From Westside Atlanta up to Bed-Stuy, all the way to Crenshaw
I'ma handle mine, nigga better know
Big shit poppin', ain't no lil' shit
Droppin' bags, it's a lot to you, to me, a lil' bit, let 'em know
From ridin' Chevy, .40 cal in my lap (Uh-huh)
Real dope boys in the trap (Uh-huh)
The big yacht, ballin' like a big shot
Niggas on my dick, bet' make room for ya bitch, gotta let 'em know (Ayy)
I don't tongue wrestle, I don't lip box (Uh-huh)
Solitaires, all I do is big rocks
I came from dealin' rock all the way to hit charts

[Refrain: T.I.]
On the throne, bitch ain't what I'm on, she can kick rocks, let her know

[Chorus: T.I.]
My foot up on the gas
I'm blowin' money fast (Better know)
I'm on these haters' ass
I know these niggas mad (Better let 'em know)

[Verse 2: T.I.]
Big dog, all we get is bread, I ain't ever scared
Big flex on a nigga head, what I'm standin' on?
Business, big check, we done did that
Pushin' wig back, better give me respect and some more
Atlanta know, 'fore I was booking shows for a grand or so
I was sellin' grams right on Campbellton, lettin' hammers go
Lames speakin' to me, what you need a camera for?
From Center Hill to hittin' hoes in center folds, better know
They call it ballin', we just call it livin'
They say you live and die by your decisions
Well, I'ma push it to the limit, nevermind the consequences
Interferin' nigga, I'ma handle business, better let 'em know
On another level, my SS so put together
Hit the pedal, do 200 everywhere I go, better know
Man, I stay fly, just to show that they not

[Refrain: T.I.]
On the throne, bitch, and when I'm on, she can kick rock, let her know

[Chorus: T.I.]
My foot up on the gas
I'm blowin' money fast (Better know)
I'm on these haters' ass
I know these niggas mad (Better let 'em know)

[Verse 3: T.I.]
Skateboard P on the track
Louis duffel bag, fifty racks (Uh-huh)
Pop it so obnoxious, I ain't got no conscious promise
Like I still got a pocket full of crack
All they do is fight for number two, 'cause I'm the one (Uh-huh)
Still makin' play with the ones
All we know is success, hit her with some rich sex
Good luck gettin' your bitch back, she forever mine 'til I let her go

[Bridge: T.I. & Young Dro]
Overly
Better know, le-le-let 'em know
Better know, le-le-let 'em—
Overly
Better know, le-le-let 'em know
Better know, le-le-let 'em—
Overly

[Chorus: T.I.]
My foot up on the gas
I'm blowin' money fast (Better know)
I'm on these haters' ass
I know these niggas mad (Better let 'em know)