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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 just got to get some shit out my chess
(let it out)
It's a lot Fuck Nigga been talking shit me
(fuck)
but you what
Pussy Nigga I Don't a fuck
I'm a Real Nigga, Real Nigga Handle His Motherfucka like my niggas about to do right now

(Bezel)
Bezel give ya goin be fi yi yi
Drop acid in ya drink make ya see ta da
I don't care if my just a leg in the thigh
She better her thighs let me hear her ayi yi yi
say if you wait a little while good things'll come
Drink come get yours but you blink and gone
Patient dude I really can't that long
Been layin fools down way before that 8 song
I Like that go ahead and run that man
Boy you'ze a ho I you wanna man
not your boy from D12
ATL
One of the sickest dudes out they ain't he well
Adamville changed
still the same
They thought knockin with that would stop the cane
the plane they livin' on fantasy island
Double move if a quake made Atlanta

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

(Black Boi)
See I come to play
(say what)
I came to spit bars inside
To let you niggas know where I
285 way don't miss the
On my way
we on that remi and that purple 'round my way
Okay boy now let me spit it's Boi
On this here and boy I'm real wit shit
I rip off take yo balls off
Cuz you knew you came in my room girl you was so sawed off
Was I off Oh No
I was strapped at it
Before you 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 know my hip that chrome
For the ones who shit
They leave me alone
I ain't playin' no
I'm just out for this
Gettin' this money is how I see ya blow from the jane
Keep your I'm 'bout to start movin' this chain
This hollow tip be rainin' on the top of ya brain
Hot like lava I'm loadin up this chrome problem
So watch ya back 'cause here I come dropin' bodies like
This smith n is gonna teach you haters a lesson
All you niggas on stressin 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 your loot
This motherfucka gon' make me shoot
This motherfucka think I'm plannin' think I'm like poo
You think I'm gravy I told you boys play me for lame
This motherfucka that wanted to I took his ass out the game bitch

(LA)
T-R-Y M-E nigga
Lil LA off in this
Ready to bust yo fuckin'
Bitch rich if you wanna talk that bullshit
Gon' hate I ain't stun ya runnin' up I'll get ya
From the to the top
Top to bottom you go
Naw ho I the nigga to be fuckin' wit for
Sic 'em git 'em 'em hit 'em
that nigga ass up
I for fun mayne (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 shit better be
To and die in the motherfuckin' ATL yeah

(Yo Gotti)
nothin' like a good ass whoopin' to set it off
Come how you want it bitch and ya ass off
Them little ain't gon' fight
So I'ma shoot
Big wanna tustle so put them hands to work
want it Decatur ready Decatur dead in the end
Ho click mo than a zula-sci-quen
Charlie and fate wishin yo bitch ass made it
Crunker then a dog in the south gate
we got hoe shakin ass got it for sale
Real head bustin head with a and the mail
What's that smell ya dead ass in a
No evidence because now guns in the
Cramp in my leg from sittin in the car to waitin on ya Lil Jon, the esb finna put hands on ya
Got on yo life the hitman I be
You want the job done just at me, yeah

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

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

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

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