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(Lil Jon)
Yea! Yea! Yea! Yea! Check out
(whats up)
your Motherfucka Boy Lil Jon
(That's nigga)
BME
(yea)
represent
(Yea)
Now IIIIII just got to get some out my chess
(let it out)
It's a lot Fuck been talking shit about me
(fuck)
but you know
Pussy Nigga I give a fuck
I'm a Real Nigga, Real Nigga Handle His Motherfucka business like my about to do right now

(Bezel)
Whateva give ya goin be fi yi yi
Drop some in ya drink make ya see ta da
I care if my girl just a leg in the thigh
She better spread her thighs let me her ayi yi yi
say if you wait a little while good things'll come
Drink come get yours but you blink and it's
Patient dude I really can't wait long
Been layin fools down way before 8 ball song
I Like that benze go 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 stuvella that would stop the cane
Boss the plane they livin' on fantasy
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 nigga I don't
had a watch so I never had the time
Always had money but I on the grind
Girls me head so I gotta million miles
World's most wanted I done did a crimes
Gotta be that I'm twice platinum
some space nigga back back some
Ain't smart but ain't that dumb
aint a whole saler nigga you can it crunk
I drop hits nigga I drop bombs
bein' a star nigga I'm a fuckin' sun
Nigga lookin' at me talkin' 'bout all good
of crunk nigga comin through yo hood

(Black Boi)
See I come to play
(say what)
I to spit bars inside cars
To let you niggas know I stay
285 way don't the byway
On my way
Eastside we on that remi and that 'round my way
Okay boy now let me spit it's Boi
On this here and boy I'm wit this shit
I rip drawers off 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
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 shit
They leave me alone
I ain't playin' no
I'm just out for this
Gettin' this money is how I see ya gettin' blow the jane
Keep your distance I'm 'bout to start movin' this
This hollow tip gon' be on the top of ya brain
Hot like lava I'm loadin up this problem solva
So watch ya 'cause here I come dropin' bodies like bombers
smith n wessen is gonna teach you haters a lesson
All you niggas keep on stressin how we smoke up the
This herbal session just keep a full of confession
So while I'm diggin' in your purse I keep that for protection
Now gimme loot
This motherfucka gon' make me shoot
This think I'm plannin' think I'm roody like poo
You think I'm gravy I you boys don't play me for lame
This motherfucka that wanted to listen I took his ass out the bitch

(LA)
T-R-Y M-E nigga
Lil LA off in biych
Ready to bust yo fuckin'
Bitch rich if you wanna talk 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 ain't the to be fuckin' wit for
Sic 'em git 'em 'em hit 'em
that nigga ass up
I for fun mayne (mayne)
I jokin mayne (Mayne)
up back up fuck nigga
Who you to
Yeah ass nigga we comin' for you
If you talk shit better be prepared
To live and die in the ATL yeah

(Yo Gotti)
Ain't nothin' like a good ass to set it off
Come how you want it bitch and ya ass off
Them niggas ain't gon' fight
So shoot first
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 bitch ass it
Crunker then a dog in the south west
we got hoe ass others got it for sale
Real head bustin head with a work and the
What's that 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 just holla at me, yeah

(Bo Hagon)
I feel the ground 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 tryin' to double up
And I ain't a fuckin' if you ever try to trouble us
knuckle up
The streets they what it is
They what the fake they know what the real
go for the kill do what you feel hop in the 'lac flash ya grill
Show your gold your bows
Stay on ya toes and trust these hoes
Play ya and do ya thang
put money before the fame

(Lil Bo)
Y'all niggas wanna see me
Runnin' 'round here on me
Wanna know what I do wit my
'84 Silverado
Now I can buy that eleven
And I can get that
Bout to hit the pop the trunk and let that thang spray
Reppin that GA decatur's where I
Nothin but real niggas and out here 'round my way
Lil Bo I be that nigga to pull the trigger
An' put lead in the head of a fuck nigga

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

We Playing
Money
Testifying ridin
More them shit
i'm singin ATL ain't fucking playing