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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 got to get some shit out my chess
(let it out)
It's a lot Fuck Nigga talking shit about me
(fuck)
but you what
Pussy Nigga I give a fuck
I'm a Nigga, Real Nigga Handle His Motherfucka business like my niggas about to do right now

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

(Don P)
ya boy Don P
AKA get from me
I play, I just ride
How they gon' see nigga I hide
had a watch so I never had the time
Always had money but I stayed on the
Girls give me head so I gotta miles
World's most I done did a million crimes
Gotta be that I'm twice platinum
some space nigga back back some
Ain't really smart but ain't that
aint a whole saler nigga you can it crunk
I don't drop hits I drop bombs
Forget bein' a star nigga I'm a sun
Nigga at me talkin' 'bout it's all good
Kings of crunk nigga 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 miss the byway
On my way
we on that remi and that purple 'round my way
Okay boy now let me spit Black Boi
On this and boy I'm real wit this shit
I rip off take yo balls off
Cuz you knew before you in my room girl 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 slam my door

(Dirty Mouth)
ATL is my
And know my hip keep chrome
For the ones who talkin'
They leave me alone
I ain't no games
I'm out for this fame
Gettin' money is how I see ya gettin' blow from the jane
Keep your distance I'm 'bout to movin' this chain
This hollow tip gon' be rainin' on the top of ya
Hot lava I'm loadin up this chrome problem solva
So watch ya back here I come dropin' bodies like bombers
This smith n wessen is gonna teach you haters a
All you keep on stressin 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 your loot
This motherfucka gon' make me pimp
This think I'm plannin' think I'm roody like poo
You think I'm gravy I told you 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 biych
Ready to bust yo shit
rich nigga if you wanna talk that bullshit
Gon' I ain't stun ya runnin' up I'll get ya split
From the to the top
Top to bottom you go
Naw ho I ain't the to be fuckin' wit for
Sic 'em git 'em 'em hit 'em
Tear nigga ass up
I for fun mayne (mayne)
I jokin mayne (Mayne)
What's up back up fuck
Who you to
Yeah scary ass nigga we for you
If you wanna talk shit better be
To live and die in the motherfuckin' ATL

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

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

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

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

We Ain't
Slangin
Testifying Gangsta
More them shit
i'm just singin ATL ain't playing