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(Lil Jon)
Yea! Yea! Yea! Yea! this out
(whats up)
your Motherfucka Boy Lil Jon
(That's nigga)
BME
(yea)
represent
(Yea)
Now IIIIII just got to get shit out my chess
(let it out)
a lot Fuck Nigga been talking shit about me
(fuck)
but you what
Pussy Nigga I give a fuck
I'm a Real Nigga, Real Nigga Handle His Motherfucka business my niggas about to do right now

(Bezel)
Bezel give ya goin be fi yi yi
Drop some in ya drink make ya see ta da
I care if my girl just a leg in the thigh
She better 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 can't wait that
layin fools down way before that 8 ball song
I that benze go ahead and run that man
Boy you'ze a ho I you wanna man
It's not your boy 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 that would the cane
Boss the plane livin' on fantasy island
move if a quake made Atlanta Island

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

(Black Boi)
See I ain't to play
(say what)
I came to bars inside cars
To let you know where I stay
285 way don't the byway
On my way
we on that remi and that purple 'round my way
Okay boy now let me it's Black Boi
On this here and boy I'm wit this shit
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 that dro you get up out my car bitch don't slam my door

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

(LA)
T-R-Y M-E nigga
Lil LA off in this
Ready to yo fuckin' shit
Bitch rich nigga if you talk that bullshit
Gon' hate I ain't ya runnin' up I'll get ya split
From the to the top
Top to you will go
Naw ho I ain't the nigga to be wit for
Sic 'em git 'em 'em hit 'em
Tear that ass up
I for fun mayne (mayne)
I ain't jokin (Mayne)
What's up up fuck 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)
nothin' like a good ass whoopin' to set it off
Come how you it bitch and ya pussy ass off
Them little niggas ain't fight
So I'ma shoot
Big wanna tustle so put them hands to work
Decatur it Decatur ready Decatur dead in the end
Ho click mo than a zula-sci-quen
Charlie and wishin that yo bitch ass made it
Crunker then a dog in the south west
we got hoe ass others got it for sale
Real head bustin head a work and the mail
What's that smell ya ass in a hotel
No evidence because now in the chair
Cramp in my leg from sittin in the car to waitin on ya Lil Jon, the esb finna put hands on ya
Got claims on yo life the I be
You want the job done just holla at me,

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

(Lil Bo)
niggas 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 that thang
Reppin that GA decatur's I stay
Nothin but real and bitches out here 'round my way
Lil Bo I be that nigga quick to pull the
An' put some in the head of a fuck nigga

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

We Ain't
Slangin
Testifying ridin
Rich them shit
i'm just singin ATL ain't playing