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

(Bezel)
Whateva Bezel give ya be fi yi yi
Drop acid in ya drink make ya see ta da
I care if my girl just a leg in the thigh
She spread her thighs let me hear her ayi yi yi
They say if you wait a little while good come
Drink come get yours but you blink and it's
Patient dude I really wait that long
Been layin fools down way that 8 ball song
I Like benze go ahead and run that man
Boy you'ze a ho I think you man
It's not boy from D12
ATL
One of the sickest out they like ain't he well
Adamville ain't
It's the same
They thought knockin with stuvella that stop the cane
the plane they livin' on fantasy island
Double if a quake made Atlanta Island

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

(Black Boi)
See I ain't come to
(say what)
I to spit bars inside cars
To let you know where I stay
285 way don't miss the
On my way
Eastside we on that remi and purple 'round my way
Okay boy now let me it's Black Boi
On this here and boy I'm real wit shit
I rip drawers off yo balls off
Cuz you before you came in my room girl you was so sawed off
Was I off Oh No
I was strapped at it
Before you the door now dats for show
We on dro when you get up out my car bitch don't slam my door

(Dirty Mouth)
ATL is my
And know my hip keep that
For the ones who talkin'
They better me alone
I ain't no games
I'm just out for fame
this money is how I see ya gettin' blow from the jane
Keep your distance I'm 'bout to start movin' chain
This hollow tip gon' be rainin' on the top of ya
Hot like lava I'm loadin up this problem solva
So watch ya back 'cause here I dropin' bodies like bombers
smith n wessen is gonna teach you haters a lesson
All you niggas keep on how we smoke up the essence
This session just keep a nigga full of confession
So while I'm in your purse I keep that heat for protection
Now your loot
This motherfucka gon' make me pimp
This motherfucka think I'm 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 his ass out the game bitch

(LA)
T-R-Y M-E pussy
Lil LA off in this
to bust yo fuckin' shit
Bitch rich nigga if you wanna that bullshit
Gon' hate I ain't stun ya runnin' up get ya split
the bottom 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 that ass up
I kill for fun (mayne)
I ain't jokin (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 like a good ass whoopin' to set it off
how you want it bitch and ya pussy ass off
Them little niggas ain't fight
So I'ma shoot
Big nigga wanna tustle so put them to work
Decatur want it Decatur ready dead in the end
Ho click mo than a zula-sci-quen
Charlie and fate wishin yo bitch ass made it
Crunker then a dog in the west gate
we got hoe shakin ass got it for sale
Real head bustin head with a work and the
What's that smell ya ass in a hotel
No because now guns in the chair
Cramp in my leg from sittin in the car to waitin on ya Lil Jon, the esb 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 the ground the beneath me
one of these hoes is down to me
Haters they allowed to shoot to leak me
Have my family sittin' to weep me
Life as a hustla an everyday struggler to double up
And I ain't a fuckin' juggler if you ever try to us
knuckle up
The they know what it is
know what the fake they know what the real
They go for the kill do you feel hop in the 'lac flash ya grill
Show your throw your bows
Stay on ya and don't trust these hoes
ya part and do ya thang
Always put money before the

(Lil Bo)
Y'all niggas don't see me
Runnin' here hatin' on me
Wanna know what I do wit my
'84 Chevy
Now I can buy that nine
And I can get Escalade
to hit the corner pop the trunk and let that thang spray
Reppin that GA where I stay
but real niggas and bitches 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 this 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 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 is ludacris
Same niggas you up wit
nigga same get they wig split
So keep flexin' and talkin and get your ass
Motherfucka you must not who you fuckin' wit
I'm DJ 64 nigga XL
Big Sam just sayin' this to let you know what's real
You Bitch
Hoe hoe
Ass ass
Nigga

We Ain't
Slangin
Testifying Gangsta
Rich them shit
i'm just singin ATL ain't fucking