Paul Wall, T.I. - So Many Diamonds lyrics

Aight nigga, you already know what it is man
A Town, H Town connection nigga
TIP man, you understand that?
My homeboy Paul Wall
Extended Pimp Squad Clique
Keep it pimpin mayne!

So many diamonds in my teeth
You can't see no gold
Hundred ki's in the streets, every week no O
Certified G, a young nigga so cold
It's the Pimp Squad Clique, punk bitch
We so tho'ed

Pimp smoke grey Cadillac, 24, imagine that
Camera in my license plate to see
You when I'm backin back
TIP be smokin on that good shit imagine that
I'm blowin on a ho that's strong
Enough to kill a cataract
By bitch I mean fro
Hell to heart and had a mack attack
Give me a brick of blow you never
Seen it flip as fast as that
And you can keep the beef
Pussy nigga I don't battle rap
So that bullshit you kickin through yo'
Teeth a gangsta laughin at
That shit you hear on
"Gangsta Grillz" is real, best chill
Before you wake up with some gangsters
In your grill and get killed
By a nigga named Big Phil, tote a big steel
Give a damn if my record never sells
I'm the shit still

So many diamonds in my teeth
You can't see no gold
Hundred ki's in the streets, every week no O
Certified G, a young nigga so cold
It's the Pimp Squad Clique, punk bitch
We so tho'ed

I got the diamond ice in
The grill, invisible top, glass bottom
I'm swervin lanes on the interstate
Evadin laws and playin possum
I spin the wheel I roll the dice
I look at life in a different light
36 of that white make
You a celebrity overnight
I shoot a kite to my potnah Project
Locked up doin 45
And let him know I'm still holdin
Them Grit Boys is on the rise
A hundred percent no compromise
My momma raised to be a man
I'm not concerned with the
Next man, gettin money, that's my plan
I'm on the road with that boy Unique
I'm po'n drank he roll the Sweets
T Ferris concocted a master plan
We executed it to the T
It's Paul Wall and TIP, makin haters, RIP
We so tho'ed you can't compete
Our competition is obsolete

So many diamonds in my teeth
You can't see no gold
Hundred ki's in the streets, every week no O
Certified G, a young nigga so cold
It's the Pimp Squad Clique, punk bitch
We so tho'ed

I'm on the hustle 25
8, ATL to the lone star state
On the move I'm bleedin blocks
Tryin to get this paper straight
No time to wait no room for error
The gameplan is crystal clear
I'm tryin to bolt up 83's and throw
Some ice cubes in the air i'm reminiscin
On my potnah Duke that died and passed away
I'm strapped up at all times
If you flex I'mma blast away
Like Tom Hanks on "Castaway
" I'm posted up just one deep
Cause these days these hoes out here be
Plottin to come up on the creep
And these suckers be on that reach
Tryin to come up off of me
You need to go get it
By yourself and stand up on your own two feet
Look at me I'm star-studded
All because I punch that clock
Burnin straights out on the block
Givin it all I got

So many diamonds in my teeth
You can't see no gold
Hundred ki's in the streets, every week no O
Certified G, a young nigga so cold
It's the Pimp Squad Clique, punk bitch
We so tho'ed