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

(Bezel)
Whateva Bezel ya goin be fi yi yi
some acid in ya drink make ya see ta da
I don't care if my girl just a leg in the
She better her thighs let me hear her ayi yi yi
They say if you wait a little good things'll come
come get yours but you blink and it's gone
Patient I really can't wait that long
layin fools down way before 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 your boy D12
ATL
One of the dudes out they like ain't he well
Adamville changed
It's still the
They thought knockin with stuvella would stop the cane
Boss the plane livin' on fantasy island
Double move if a quake Atlanta Island

(Don P)
ya boy Don P
AKA get from me
I play, I just ride
How they gon' see nigga I hide
Never had a watch so I had the time
had money but I stayed on the grind
Girls me head so I gotta million miles
World's most wanted I done did a crimes
Gotta be established I'm twice platinum
some space nigga back back some
Ain't really but ain't that dumb
a whole saler nigga you can keep it crunk
I don't drop nigga I drop bombs
bein' 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 to play
(say what)
I came to spit bars cars
To let you niggas where I stay
285 way don't the byway
On my way
Eastside we on that remi and that 'round my way
boy now let me spit it's Black Boi
On this here and boy I'm wit this shit
I rip drawers off take yo off
Cuz you knew before you in my room girl you was so sawed off
Was I off Oh No
I was at it bitch
Before you close the door now for show
We on that dro when you get up out my car don't slam my door

(Dirty Mouth)
ATL is my
And know my hip keep that
For the ones who talkin'
better 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
your distance I'm 'bout to start movin' this chain
This tip gon' be rainin' on the top of ya brain
Hot like 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 you haters a lesson
All you niggas on stressin how we smoke up the essence
This herbal session just a nigga full of confession
So I'm diggin' in your purse I keep that heat for protection
Now gimme loot
This gon' 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 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
Bitch rich nigga if you wanna that bullshit
hate 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 the nigga to be fuckin' wit for
Sic 'em git 'em 'em hit 'em
Tear nigga ass up
I kill for fun (mayne)
I ain't jokin (Mayne)
up back up fuck nigga
Who you to
Yeah ass nigga we comin' for you
If you wanna talk better be prepared
To live and die in the ATL yeah

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

(Bo Hagon)
I feel the ground the beneath me
one of these hoes is to freak me
Haters they allowed to shoot rounds to me
Have my family 'round to weep 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 know it is
They know what the fake they know what the
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 trust these hoes
Play ya and do ya thang
Always put before the fame

(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 Escalade
Bout to hit the pop the trunk and let that thang spray
that GA decatur's where I stay
Nothin but niggas and bitches out here 'round my way
Lil Bo I be nigga quick to pull the trigger
An' put some lead in the head of a fuck

(Big Sam)
Woke up this mornin
With a and my hand on the trigger
Had a dream last night I was bein' on by a bunch of these fuck niggas
niggas done made me slip now into my alias now
Coup de gras SWAT officers and all haters and these niggas right now
Frankly I'm hot and
This shit is
niggas you grew up wit
nigga same niggas get they wig
So keep flexin' and talkin and get your ass
Motherfucka you must not who you fuckin' wit
I'm DJ 64 that 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
Rich them shit
i'm just singin ATL ain't playing