T.I. — Bitch Who

[Intro] [Chorus] He ain't really from that block (Bitch who?) He ain't really getting that guap (Bitch who?) He ain't on top (Bitch who?) I beg your pardon You bumped your fucking head? Is you retarded? He ain't really got it like that (Bitch who?) I bet he gon' be quiet after that (Bitch who?) That nigga's shit wack (Bitch you?) I beg your pardon You bumped your fucking head? Is you retarded? [Verse 1] Gangsters all sport just look Shook, who me? I've never been nothing of the sort Want the title? Buck for it, it's yours Getting ignored 'cause you so piss-poor Forced me to pull, kick doors, need mine on time You could be sure shawty's gonna shine, trust Left niggas in the dust, Trap Muzik Try to let you catch up, but you niggas just suck, bad Fall short, not enough swag So I had to give you niggas so much gas Get a maid costume and a broom 'cause you finna get Swept off your feet tryna step up to me I'll put your ass Down Under if it's left up to me Like boomerangs and kangaroos, now tell me I ain't a fool Stack money like jewels Let a nigga take something from me, I refuse, who? I'm so cool, rock my jewels wherever Rob me? Dude, I dare ya Have ya hats in a box and ya soul in the air Say your prayers and say hello to Laya [Chorus] He ain't really from that block (Bitch who?) He ain't really getting that guap (Bitch who?) He ain't on top (Bitch who?) I beg your pardon You bumped your fucking head? Is you retarded? He ain't really got it like that (Bitch who?) I bet he's gon' keep it quiet after that (Bitch who?) That nigga's shit wack (Bitch you?) I beg your pardon You bumped your fucking head? Is you retarded? (Nigga!) [Verse 2] I hate you be comparing my shit to theirs, dare and try Don't even think it's fair that guy could breathe the same air as I I'm out there, way left field like Jamiroquai Pharaoh fly, running chicks in and out the Merriott They come get served then leave like a carry-out Restaurant, resembling some young Gloria Estefans Listen, one, don't violate or I annihilate Opposition out of play, hatin' I don't tolerate Came out the gates dead serious Ain't a lot changed since then, atop the top ten God favors me like I'm without sin, go figure Get bigger every year, still the same old nigga Money don't change no nigga You started out a lame and get fame, but you the same hoe nigga Ain't no flow sicker, everything I made dumb, crazy Deranged insane I say [Chorus] He ain't really from that block (Bitch who?) He ain't really getting that guap (Bitch who?) He ain't on top (Bitch who?) I beg your pardon You bumped your fucking head? Is you retarded? He ain't really got it like that (Bitch who?) I bet he's gon' keep it quiet after that (Bitch who?) That nigga's shit wack (Bitch you?) I beg your pardon You bumped your fucking head? Is you retarded? (Nigga!) [Verse 3] I woke up this morning, I jumped up I heard some wack music, what the fuck? I guess these niggas Gumped up I wish some fuck niggas knuckle up 'Cause we done slaughtered niggas every year Bought the cleanest, all our tears Park the Chargers over there, park Ferraris over here Niggas never been a pimp, all they's really been a square And I dare a nigga try to run the cap, aim for the chair- Man, what? We got them rifles and we Tali- Ban, and we break it in like the Mexi- Cans, stacks on me, boy, I got them heavy Pants, strap on me, nigga I make you do that Dance, you playing with the Godfather Trilogy Y'all boys ain't never seen my squad in a century Wrong move, so I hit you with a penalty This non-profit, nigga, westside ministry [Chorus] He ain't really from that block (Bitch who?) He ain't really getting that guap (Bitch who?) He ain't on top (Bitch who?) I beg your pardon You bumped your fucking head? Is you retarded? He ain't really got it like that (Bitch who?) I bet he's gon' keep it quiet after that (Bitch who?) That nigga's shit wack (Bitch you?) I beg your pardon You bumped your fucking head? Is you retarded? (Nigga!) [Outro]