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(Lil Jon)
Yea! Yea! Yea! Yea! this out
(whats up)
your 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 shit about me
(fuck)
but you know
Pussy Nigga I Don't a fuck
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 just a leg in the
She better spread her thighs let me her ayi yi yi
They say if you wait a while good things'll come
Drink come get yours but you and it's gone
Patient dude I can't wait that 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
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 with stuvella that would stop the cane
the plane they livin' on fantasy island
Double move if a quake made Island

(Don P)
ya boy Don P
AKA get from me
I don't play, I ride
How they gon' see nigga I hide
Never had a watch so I had the time
Always had money but I stayed on the
Girls me head so I gotta million miles
World's most I done did a million crimes
Gotta be established that I'm platinum
Gimme space nigga back 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 nigga I'm a fuckin' sun
Nigga lookin' at me talkin' it's all good
Kings of nigga comin through yo hood

(Black Boi)
See I come to play
(say what)
I came to spit bars cars
To let you niggas know where I
285 way don't miss the
On my way
Eastside we on that remi and that '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 knew you came in my room girl you was so sawed off
Was I off Oh No
I was at it bitch
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 my hip keep that chrome
For the ones who talkin'
They leave me alone
I playin' no games
I'm just out for this
Gettin' money is how I see ya gettin' blow from the jane
Keep your distance I'm to start movin' this chain
This hollow tip be rainin' on the top of ya brain
Hot like I'm loadin up this chrome problem solva
So watch ya back here I come dropin' bodies like bombers
This n wessen is gonna teach you haters a lesson
All you niggas keep on stressin how we smoke up the
This session just keep a nigga full of confession
So while I'm in your purse I keep that heat for protection
Now gimme your
This gon' make me pimp shoot
This motherfucka think I'm plannin' think I'm roody poo
You think I'm I told you boys don't play me for lame
This motherfucka wanted to listen I took his ass out the game bitch

(LA)
T-R-Y M-E nigga
Lil LA off in this
Ready to bust yo shit
Bitch nigga 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 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 jokin mayne (Mayne)
What's up up fuck nigga
Who you to
scary ass nigga 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 ass whoopin' to set it off
Come how you want it and ya pussy ass off
little niggas ain't gon' fight
So I'ma first
Big nigga wanna tustle so put hands to work
Decatur it Decatur ready Decatur dead in the end
Ho mo bitch than a zula-sci-quen
Charlie and fate wishin that yo ass made it
Crunker then a dog in the south gate
we got hoe shakin ass others got it for
Real head bustin head a work and the mail
What's smell ya dead ass in a hotel
No evidence 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 at me, yeah

(Bo Hagon)
I can't the ground the beneath me
one of these is down to freak me
Haters they allowed to rounds to leak me
Have my family sittin' 'round to 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 they know what the real
They go for the kill do what you feel hop in the flash ya grill
Show your gold throw bows
Stay on ya toes and don't trust hoes
ya part and do ya thang
Always put before the fame

(Lil Bo)
Y'all niggas wanna see me
Runnin' here hatin' on me
know what I do wit my cheese
'84 Chevy
Now I can buy nine eleven
And I can get Escalade
Bout to hit the corner pop the trunk and let that spray
Reppin that GA decatur's I stay
but real niggas and bitches out here 'round my way
Lil Bo I be that quick to pull the trigger
An' put some in the head of a fuck nigga

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

We Ain't
Money
Testifying ridin
More them shit
i'm just singin ATL ain't fucking