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

(Bezel)
Whateva give ya goin be fi yi yi
some acid in ya drink make ya see ta da
I don't care if my girl a leg in the thigh
She better her thighs let me hear her ayi yi yi
They say if you a little while good things'll come
Drink get yours but you blink and it's gone
dude I really can't wait that long
Been layin down way before that 8 ball song
I Like that benze go ahead and run man
Boy a ho I think you wanna man
It's not boy from D12
ATL
One of the sickest dudes out like ain't he well
Adamville ain't
It's still the
They thought knockin with stuvella that would stop the
Boss the they livin' on fantasy island
Double move if a quake made Atlanta

(Don P)
ya boy Don P
AKA get away me
I don't play, I just
How they gon' see nigga I hide
had a watch so I never had the time
Always had money but I on the grind
Girls give me head so I gotta million
most wanted I done did a million crimes
Gotta be that I'm twice platinum
Gimme some space nigga back back
Ain't really smart but ain't that
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' it's all good
Kings of crunk nigga comin yo hood

(Black Boi)
See I ain't come to
(say what)
I to spit bars inside cars
To let you niggas know I stay
285 way don't miss the
On my way
Eastside we on remi and that purple 'round my way
boy now let me spit it's Black Boi
On this here and boy I'm real wit shit
I rip off take yo balls off
Cuz you knew before you came in my room girl you was so off
Was I off Oh No
I was at it bitch
Before you 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 my hip keep that chrome
For the who talkin' shit
better leave me alone
I ain't no games
I'm out for this fame
Gettin' money is how I see ya gettin' blow from the jane
Keep your distance I'm 'bout to start this chain
This tip gon' be rainin' on the top of ya brain
Hot like lava I'm up this chrome problem solva
So watch ya back 'cause here I come dropin' bodies like
This smith n wessen is gonna teach you haters a
All you niggas keep on how we smoke up the essence
This herbal session just keep a nigga full of
So while I'm diggin' in your purse I keep that heat for
Now gimme loot
This motherfucka gon' me pimp shoot
This motherfucka think I'm plannin' think I'm roody 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)
M-E pussy nigga
Lil LA off in this
Ready to bust yo shit
Bitch rich nigga if you wanna talk that
Gon' hate I ain't stun ya up I'll get ya split
the bottom 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
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 wanna talk shit better be
To and die in the motherfuckin' ATL yeah

(Yo Gotti)
Ain't nothin' a good ass whoopin' to set it off
Come how you want it and ya pussy ass off
Them little niggas ain't gon'
So shoot first
Big nigga tustle so put them hands to work
Decatur it Decatur ready Decatur dead in the end
Ho click mo bitch than a
Charlie and fate wishin yo bitch ass made it
Crunker then a dog in the west gate
we got hoe shakin ass others got it for
Real bustin head with a work and the mail
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 done just at me, yeah

(Bo Hagon)
I feel the ground the beneath me
one of these hoes is 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 fuckin' juggler if you ever try to us
Better up
The streets they what it is
They know what the fake they what the real
They go for the kill do what you hop in the 'lac flash ya grill
your gold throw your bows
Stay on ya toes and don't trust hoes
Play ya and do ya thang
put money before the fame

(Lil Bo)
Y'all niggas don't see me
Runnin' here hatin' 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 corner pop the trunk and let that thang
Reppin GA decatur's where I stay
Nothin but niggas and bitches out here 'round my way
Lil Bo I be that nigga quick to the trigger
An' put some in the head of a fuck nigga

(Big Sam)
Woke up mornin nigga
With a pump and my on the trigger
Had a dream last night I was bein' 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
I'm hot and pissed
This is ludacris
niggas you grew up wit
nigga same get they wig split
So keep flexin' and and get your ass whipped
Motherfucka you must not know who you 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 Ain't
Slangin
Testifying ridin
Rich them shit
i'm just singin ATL ain't fucking