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(Lil Jon)
Yea! Yea! Yea! Yea! Check out
(whats up)
It's Motherfucka Boy Lil Jon
(That's nigga)
BME
(yea)
right
(Yea)
Now IIIIII just got to get some out my chess
(let it out)
a lot Fuck Nigga been talking shit about me
(fuck)
but you what
Pussy I Don't give a fuck
I'm a Real Nigga, Nigga Handle His Motherfucka business like my niggas about to do right now

(Bezel)
Whateva Bezel give ya be fi yi yi
Drop some acid in ya make ya see ta da
I don't care if my girl just a leg in the
She spread 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 I really can't wait that long
Been layin fools down way before that 8 song
I Like that benze go ahead and run man
Boy you'ze a ho I you wanna man
not your boy from D12
ATL
One of the sickest dudes out like ain't he well
Adamville changed
still the same
They knockin with stuvella that would stop the cane
Boss the plane livin' on fantasy island
Double if a quake made Atlanta Island

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

(Black Boi)
See I ain't come to
(say what)
I came to bars inside cars
To let you niggas know where I
285 way don't the byway
On my way
Eastside we on that 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 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
Before you close the door now dats for
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 that chrome
For the ones who talkin'
They leave me alone
I ain't no games
I'm just out for this
Gettin' this is how I see ya gettin' blow from the jane
Keep your distance I'm 'bout to movin' this chain
This hollow tip be rainin' on the top of ya brain
Hot like lava I'm loadin up this chrome solva
So watch ya back 'cause here I dropin' bodies like bombers
This smith n is gonna teach you haters a lesson
All you niggas keep on stressin how we up the essence
This herbal just keep a nigga full of confession
So while I'm diggin' in your purse I that heat for protection
Now gimme your
This gon' make me pimp shoot
This motherfucka think I'm plannin' think I'm roody 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)
M-E pussy nigga
Lil LA off in biych
Ready to bust yo fuckin'
rich nigga if you wanna talk that bullshit
Gon' hate I ain't stun ya runnin' up get ya split
From the to the top
Top to you will go
Naw ho I the nigga to be fuckin' wit for
Sic 'em git 'em 'em hit 'em
Tear that ass up
I for fun mayne (mayne)
I jokin mayne (Mayne)
up back up fuck nigga
Who you to
Yeah scary ass nigga we for you
If you wanna talk shit better be
To live and die in the ATL yeah

(Yo Gotti)
Ain't nothin' like a ass whoopin' to set it off
Come how you it bitch and ya pussy ass off
Them little ain't gon' fight
So I'ma shoot
Big nigga wanna so put them hands to work
Decatur want it Decatur ready dead in the end
Ho click mo than a zula-sci-quen
Charlie and fate wishin that yo bitch ass it
Crunker then a dog in the south gate
we got hoe shakin ass others got it for
Real head bustin with a work and the mail
that smell ya dead ass in a hotel
No evidence because now guns in the
in my leg from sittin in the car to waitin 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 just at me, yeah

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

(Lil Bo)
Y'all don't wanna see me
'round here hatin' on me
Wanna know I do wit my cheese
'84 Silverado
Now I can buy nine eleven
And I can get Escalade
Bout to hit the corner pop the trunk and let thang spray
that GA decatur's where I stay
Nothin but real niggas and bitches out here my way
Lil Bo I be that nigga quick to pull the
An' put lead 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 niggas done made me slip now my alias now
Coup de gras SWAT officers and all these and these niggas right now
I'm hot and pissed
This shit is
niggas you grew up wit
nigga same get they wig split
So keep flexin' and 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 what's real
You Bitch
Hoe hoe
Ass ass
nigga

We Playing
Money
Testifying ridin
More Rich shit
i'm just singin ATL ain't fucking