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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)
represent
(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 know
Pussy Nigga I give a fuck
I'm a Real Nigga, Real Nigga His Motherfucka business like my niggas about to do right now

(Bezel)
Bezel give ya goin be fi yi yi
Drop some in ya drink make ya see ta da
I don't 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 good things'll come
Drink come get yours but you blink and gone
Patient dude I really wait that long
Been layin down way before that 8 ball song
I that benze go ahead and run that man
Boy a ho I think you wanna man
It's not boy from D12
ATL
One of the dudes out they like ain't he well
Adamville ain't
It's the same
They thought knockin with stuvella that stop the cane
Boss the plane they livin' on fantasy
move 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
had a watch so I never had the time
Always had money but I on the grind
Girls give me head so I million miles
World's most wanted I did a million crimes
Gotta be that I'm twice platinum
Gimme some space nigga back some
really smart but ain't that dumb
aint a saler nigga you can keep it crunk
I drop hits nigga I drop bombs
Forget bein' a star nigga I'm a sun
Nigga lookin' at me talkin' it's all good
Kings of crunk comin through yo hood

(Black Boi)
See I ain't to play
(say what)
I came to spit 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
boy now let me spit it's Black Boi
On this here and boy I'm real wit shit
I rip drawers off take yo off
Cuz you knew you came in my room girl you was so sawed off
Was I off Oh No
I was strapped at it
you close the door now dats for show
We on that dro you get up out my car bitch don't slam my door

(Dirty Mouth)
ATL is my
And know my hip keep chrome
For the ones who shit
They better 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 tip gon' be rainin' on the top of ya brain
Hot like lava I'm loadin up this chrome problem
So watch ya back 'cause here I come dropin' like bombers
This smith n wessen is gonna teach you a lesson
All you keep on stressin how we smoke up the essence
This herbal session keep a nigga full of confession
So while I'm diggin' in your purse I keep heat for protection
Now gimme your
This gon' make me pimp 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 I took his ass out the game bitch

(LA)
T-R-Y M-E pussy
Lil LA off in biych
Ready to bust yo shit
Bitch rich nigga if you wanna that bullshit
Gon' I ain't stun ya runnin' up I'll get ya split
From the to the top
Top to you will go
Naw ho I ain't the nigga to be 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 scary ass we comin' for you
If you wanna talk shit be prepared
To and die in the motherfuckin' ATL yeah

(Yo Gotti)
nothin' like a good ass whoopin' to set it off
Come how you want it and ya pussy ass off
Them little niggas ain't fight
So shoot first
Big nigga wanna tustle so put hands to work
Decatur want it Decatur ready dead in the end
Ho mo bitch 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 got it for sale
Real head head with a work and the mail
What's that smell ya ass in a hotel
No evidence 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 claims on yo life the I be
You want the job done just at me, yeah

(Bo Hagon)
I feel the ground the beneath me
one of these is down to freak me
they allowed to shoot rounds to leak me
Have my family sittin' 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
Better up
The they know what it is
They know the fake they know what the real
They go for the kill do what you feel hop in the 'lac flash ya
Show gold throw your bows
Stay on ya toes and trust these hoes
ya part and do ya thang
Always put money the fame

(Lil Bo)
Y'all niggas don't see me
Runnin' 'round hatin' on me
Wanna what I do wit my cheese
'84 Chevy
Now I can buy that eleven
And I can get Escalade
Bout to hit the pop the trunk and let that thang spray
Reppin that GA decatur's where I
but real niggas and bitches out here 'round my way
Lil Bo I be that quick to pull the trigger
An' put some lead in the of a fuck nigga

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