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(Lil Jon)
Yea! Yea! Yea! Yea! Check out
(whats up)
your Motherfucka Boy Lil Jon
(That's nigga)
BME
(yea)
right
(Yea)
Now IIIIII just got to get some out my chess
(let it out)
It's a lot 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 like my niggas about to do now

(Bezel)
Whateva Bezel give ya be fi yi yi
Drop some in ya drink make ya see ta da
I don't care if my 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 come
Drink come get yours but you and it's gone
Patient dude I can't wait that long
Been layin fools down way before that 8 ball
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 with stuvella that would stop the cane
the plane they livin' on fantasy island
Double move if a quake Atlanta Island

(Don P)
ya boy Don P
AKA get from me
I don't play, I ride
How they gon' see nigga I don't
Never had a so I never had the time
had money but I stayed on the grind
Girls give me so I gotta million miles
World's wanted I done did a million crimes
Gotta be established that I'm twice
Gimme some nigga back back some
Ain't really smart but ain't dumb
a whole saler nigga you can keep it crunk
I don't hits nigga I drop bombs
Forget bein' a star I'm a fuckin' sun
Nigga at me talkin' 'bout 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 niggas know I stay
285 way don't miss the
On my way
Eastside we on that remi and 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 take yo off
Cuz you knew before you came in my room you was so sawed off
Was I off Oh No
I was strapped at it
you close the door now dats for show
We on that dro when you get up out my car bitch don't slam my

(Dirty Mouth)
ATL is my
And my hip keep that chrome
For the who talkin' shit
better leave me alone
I ain't playin' no
I'm just out for fame
Gettin' this money is how I see ya blow from the jane
Keep distance I'm 'bout 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 here I come dropin' bodies like bombers
This smith n wessen is gonna teach you a lesson
All you niggas keep on how we smoke up the essence
This herbal session keep a nigga full of confession
So while I'm diggin' in your purse I keep that for protection
Now gimme loot
This motherfucka gon' me pimp shoot
This motherfucka think I'm think I'm roody like poo
You think I'm gravy I told you boys play me for lame
This motherfucka that wanted to listen I took his ass out the game

(LA)
M-E pussy nigga
Lil LA off in biych
Ready to yo fuckin' shit
Bitch rich if you wanna talk that bullshit
hate I ain't stun ya runnin' up I'll get ya split
From the 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
Tear that ass up
I kill for fun (mayne)
I ain't mayne (Mayne)
What's up back up fuck
Who you to
Yeah scary ass nigga we for you
If you talk shit better be prepared
To and die in the motherfuckin' ATL yeah

(Yo Gotti)
Ain't nothin' a good ass whoopin' to set it off
Come how you want it and ya pussy ass off
little niggas ain't gon' fight
So I'ma first
Big nigga wanna tustle so put hands to work
Decatur want it Decatur ready dead in the end
Ho mo bitch than a zula-sci-quen
and fate wishin that yo bitch ass made it
Crunker then a dog in the south gate
we got hoe ass others got it for sale
Real head bustin head with a work and the
What's smell ya dead 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 the hitman I be
You want the job done just holla at me,

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

(Lil Bo)
Y'all niggas wanna see me
Runnin' here hatin' on me
Wanna know I do wit my cheese
'84 Chevy
Now I can buy nine eleven
And I can get that
Bout to hit the corner pop the and let that thang spray
that GA decatur's where I stay
Nothin but real niggas and bitches out 'round my way
Lil Bo I be that nigga quick to pull the
An' put some lead in the of a fuck nigga

(Big Sam)
Woke up this mornin
a pump and my hand on the trigger
Had a dream last night I was bein' 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 haters and these right now
Frankly I'm hot and
shit is ludacris
Same you grew up wit
nigga same niggas get wig split
So keep flexin' and and get your ass whipped
Motherfucka you must not know who you 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 Ain't
Money
Gangsta ridin
More them shit
i'm just singin ATL ain't playing