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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 got to get some shit out my chess
(let it out)
It's a lot Fuck Nigga been shit about me
(fuck)
but you know
Pussy Nigga I Don't give a
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
Drop acid in ya drink make ya see ta da
I don't care if my girl a leg in the thigh
She spread her thighs let me hear her ayi yi yi
They say if you wait a little while things'll come
Drink get yours but you blink and it's gone
Patient dude I can't wait that long
Been layin fools down way that 8 ball song
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 knockin with that 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 away me
I play, I just ride
How they gon' see nigga I don't
Never had a so I never had the time
Always had money but I stayed on the
Girls give me head so I gotta million
World's most wanted I done did a million
Gotta be that I'm twice platinum
some space nigga back back some
Ain't really but ain't that dumb
aint a whole saler nigga you can keep it
I don't hits nigga I drop bombs
Forget bein' a star I'm a fuckin' sun
Nigga lookin' at me talkin' it's all good
Kings of crunk nigga through yo hood

(Black Boi)
See I come to play
(say what)
I came to bars inside cars
To let you niggas know where I
285 way miss the byway
On my way
Eastside we on that remi and that 'round my way
Okay boy now let me spit Black Boi
On this and boy I'm real wit this shit
I rip drawers off yo balls off
Cuz you knew before you came in my room girl you was so 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 my door

(Dirty Mouth)
ATL is my
And know my hip keep chrome
For the who talkin' shit
They better me alone
I ain't no games
I'm out for this fame
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 gon' be on the top of ya brain
Hot like lava I'm loadin up this chrome solva
So watch ya back here I come dropin' bodies like bombers
This smith n wessen is gonna teach you haters a
All you niggas keep on stressin how we smoke up the
herbal session just keep a nigga full of confession
So while I'm diggin' in your purse I keep that for protection
Now gimme your
motherfucka gon' make me pimp shoot
This think I'm plannin' 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 bitch

(LA)
M-E pussy nigga
Lil LA off in this
Ready to bust yo fuckin'
Bitch rich nigga if you wanna talk that
Gon' I ain't stun ya runnin' up I'll get ya split
the bottom to the top
Top to bottom you go
Naw ho I ain't the nigga to be wit for
Sic 'em git 'em 'em hit 'em
that nigga ass up
I kill for fun (mayne)
I ain't jokin (Mayne)
What's up back up nigga
Who you to
Yeah scary ass we comin' for you
If you wanna talk shit be prepared
To and die in the motherfuckin' ATL yeah

(Yo Gotti)
Ain't nothin' like a good ass to set it off
Come how you it bitch and ya pussy ass off
Them little niggas gon' fight
So I'ma first
Big nigga 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 that yo bitch ass made it
Crunker then a dog in the south west
we got hoe shakin ass others got it for
Real head bustin with a work and the mail
What's that ya dead ass in a hotel
No because 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 just holla at me,

(Bo Hagon)
I can't feel the the beneath me
one of these is down to freak me
Haters they allowed to 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 juggler if you ever try to trouble us
Better up
The streets they know it is
They what the fake 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 these hoes
ya part and do ya thang
Always put money before the

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

(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 fuck
These niggas done made me slip now into my now
de gras SWAT officers and all these haters and these niggas right now
Frankly I'm hot and
This is ludacris
Same you grew up wit
nigga same get they wig split
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' this shit to let you know what's
You Bitch
Hoe hoe
Ass ass
Nigga

We Ain't
Money
Testifying ridin
More Rich shit
i'm just singin ATL fucking playing