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(Lil Jon)
Yea! Yea! Yea! Yea! this out
(whats up)
It's your Boy Lil Jon
(That's nigga)
BME
(yea)
right
(Yea)
Now just got to get some shit out my chess
(let it out)
It's a lot Fuck Nigga talking shit about me
(fuck)
but you know
Nigga I Don't give a fuck
I'm a Nigga, Real Nigga Handle His Motherfucka business like my niggas about to do right now

(Bezel)
Whateva give ya goin be fi yi yi
Drop some acid in ya drink ya see ta da
I don't if my girl just a leg in the thigh
She spread her thighs let me hear her ayi yi yi
They say if you wait a little while good things'll
Drink get yours but you blink and it's gone
Patient dude I really wait that long
Been layin fools down way that 8 ball song
I Like that benze go ahead and run man
Boy you'ze a ho I think you man
It's not boy from D12
ATL
One of the sickest dudes out like ain't he well
ain't changed
It's still the
They thought knockin with stuvella would stop the cane
Boss the plane they on fantasy island
Double move if a quake made Island

(Don P)
ya boy Don P
AKA get away me
I play, I just ride
How they gon' see nigga I hide
Never had a so I never had the time
Always had money but I stayed on the
Girls give me head so I million miles
World's most I done did a million crimes
Gotta be established that I'm twice
Gimme space nigga back back some
Ain't really smart but that dumb
aint a whole saler nigga you can it crunk
I don't drop nigga I drop bombs
Forget a star nigga I'm a fuckin' sun
Nigga lookin' at me talkin' 'bout it's all
Kings of crunk nigga comin through yo

(Black Boi)
See I ain't come to
(say what)
I came to bars inside cars
To let you niggas know I stay
285 way miss the byway
On my way
Eastside we on remi and that purple 'round my way
Okay boy now let me it's Black Boi
On this here and boy I'm real wit this
I rip drawers off yo balls off
Cuz you before you came in my room girl you was so sawed off
Was I off Oh No
I was strapped at it
Before you close the now dats for show
We on dro when you get up out my car bitch don't slam my door

(Dirty Mouth)
ATL is my
And know my hip that chrome
For the ones who shit
They leave me alone
I playin' no games
I'm just out for fame
Gettin' money is how I see ya gettin' blow from the jane
Keep your distance I'm to start movin' this chain
This tip gon' be rainin' on the top of ya brain
Hot like lava I'm loadin up this problem solva
So watch ya back 'cause here I come dropin' like bombers
This smith n wessen is teach you haters a lesson
All you niggas keep on how we smoke up the essence
This session just keep a nigga full of confession
So while I'm diggin' in your purse I keep heat for protection
Now your loot
This motherfucka make me pimp shoot
This motherfucka think I'm think I'm roody like poo
You think I'm gravy I told you boys don't me for lame
This motherfucka that wanted to listen I his ass out the game bitch

(LA)
T-R-Y M-E nigga
Lil LA off in this
to bust yo fuckin' shit
Bitch rich nigga if you wanna that bullshit
Gon' hate I stun ya runnin' up I'll get ya split
the bottom to the top
Top to you will go
Naw ho I ain't the to be fuckin' wit for
Sic 'em git 'em 'em hit 'em
that nigga ass up
I kill for fun (mayne)
I ain't mayne (Mayne)
What's up back up nigga
Who you to
Yeah scary ass we comin' for you
If you wanna talk better be prepared
To and die in the motherfuckin' ATL yeah

(Yo Gotti)
Ain't like a good ass whoopin' to set it off
how you want it bitch and ya pussy ass off
Them little niggas gon' fight
So shoot first
Big nigga wanna tustle so put them hands to
Decatur want it Decatur Decatur dead in the end
Ho click mo bitch than a
Charlie and fate that yo bitch ass made it
Crunker then a dog in the west gate
we got hoe shakin ass got it for sale
head bustin head with a work and the mail
What's that ya dead ass in a hotel
No evidence because now in the chair
Cramp in my leg from in the car to waitin on ya Lil Jon, the esb finna put they hands on ya
Got claims on yo life the I be
You the job done just holla at me, yeah

(Bo Hagon)
I can't feel the the beneath me
one of these is down to freak me
Haters allowed to shoot rounds to leak me
Have my family sittin' 'round to me
Life as a hustla an everyday tryin' to double up
And I a fuckin' juggler if you ever try to trouble us
knuckle up
The they know what it is
They know what the fake they what the real
They go for the kill do what you feel hop in the flash ya grill
Show your throw your bows
Stay on ya toes and don't these hoes
Play ya and do ya thang
Always put money the fame

(Lil Bo)
Y'all don't wanna see me
Runnin' 'round hatin' on me
know what I do wit my cheese
'84 Silverado
Now I can buy that nine
And I can get Escalade
Bout to hit the corner pop the trunk and let thang spray
that GA decatur's where I stay
Nothin but real niggas and out here 'round my way
Lil Bo I be that nigga quick to pull the
An' put lead in the head of a fuck nigga

(Big Sam)
Woke up this mornin
With a pump and my on the trigger
Had a dream night I was bein' hated on by a bunch of these fuck niggas
These niggas done made me slip now my alias now
Coup de gras SWAT officers and all these and these niggas right now
I'm hot and pissed
This is ludacris
niggas you grew up wit
nigga same niggas get wig split
So flexin' and talkin and get your ass whipped
you must not know who you fuckin' wit
I'm DJ 64 nigga XL
Big Sam just sayin' this shit to let you know real
You Bitch
Hoe hoe
Ass ass
nigga

We Playing
Slangin
Testifying ridin
More Rich them
i'm singin ATL ain't fucking playing