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(Lil Jon)
Yea! Yea! Yea! Yea! Check out
(whats up)
It's Motherfucka Boy Lil Jon
(That's nigga)
BME
(yea)
represent
(Yea)
Now just got to get some shit out my chess
(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 business my niggas about to do right now

(Bezel)
Whateva Bezel give ya be fi yi yi
some acid in ya drink make ya see ta da
I don't if my girl just a leg in the thigh
She better 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 gone
Patient dude I really can't that long
Been layin fools 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 your boy D12
ATL
One of the sickest dudes out they ain't he well
Adamville changed
still the same
They thought knockin with stuvella that would stop the
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 play, I just ride
How they gon' see I don't hide
Never had a watch so I never had the
Always had money but I on the grind
give me head so I gotta million miles
World's most I done did a million crimes
be established that I'm twice platinum
Gimme some space nigga back some
really smart but ain't that dumb
aint a whole saler nigga you can keep it
I don't hits nigga I drop bombs
Forget bein' a star nigga I'm a sun
Nigga lookin' at me 'bout it's all good
of crunk nigga 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 don't the byway
On my way
Eastside we on remi and that purple 'round my way
Okay boy now let me spit it's Boi
On this here and boy I'm wit this shit
I rip off take yo balls off
Cuz you knew before you in my room girl you was so sawed off
Was I off Oh No
I was at it bitch
Before you close the 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 who talkin' shit
They better me alone
I ain't no games
I'm just out for fame
Gettin' this money is how I see ya blow from the jane
Keep your distance I'm 'bout to start this chain
This hollow tip be rainin' on the top of ya brain
Hot like lava I'm loadin up this chrome solva
So watch ya back 'cause here I come dropin' bodies like
This smith n is gonna teach you haters a lesson
All you niggas keep on stressin how we smoke up the
herbal session just keep a nigga full of confession
So while I'm in your purse I keep that heat for protection
Now gimme loot
This gon' make me pimp shoot
This motherfucka think I'm plannin' I'm roody like poo
You think I'm gravy I told you boys don't me for lame
This motherfucka that to listen I took his ass out the game bitch

(LA)
M-E pussy nigga
Lil LA off in this
Ready to bust yo fuckin'
Bitch nigga if you wanna talk that bullshit
Gon' I ain't stun ya runnin' up I'll get ya split
the bottom 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 for fun mayne (mayne)
I ain't mayne (Mayne)
What's up back up fuck
Who you to
scary ass nigga we comin' for you
If you wanna talk better be prepared
To live and die in the ATL yeah

(Yo Gotti)
Ain't nothin' a good ass whoopin' to set it off
Come how you it bitch and ya pussy ass off
Them little niggas gon' fight
So shoot first
Big nigga wanna so put them hands to work
Decatur want it ready Decatur dead in the end
Ho click mo than a zula-sci-quen
Charlie and fate wishin that yo bitch ass it
Crunker a dog in the south west gate
we got hoe shakin ass got it for sale
head bustin head with a work and the mail
What's that smell ya dead ass in a
No evidence because now in the chair
Cramp in my leg from sittin in the car to waitin on ya Lil Jon, the esb finna put they on ya
Got claims on yo the hitman I be
You want the job done just at me, yeah

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

(Lil Bo)
Y'all niggas wanna see me
'round here hatin' on me
Wanna what I do wit my cheese
'84 Chevy
Now I can buy nine eleven
And I can get Escalade
Bout to hit the pop the trunk and let that thang spray
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)
up this mornin nigga
With a pump and my hand on the
Had a dream last night I was bein' hated on by a bunch of these fuck
niggas done made 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
shit is ludacris
Same you grew up wit
same niggas get they wig split
So keep flexin' and talkin and get ass whipped
Motherfucka you not know who you fuckin' wit
I'm DJ 64 nigga XL
Big Sam just sayin' this shit to let you know real
You bitch
Hoe hoe
Ass ass
nigga

We Playing
Slangin
Testifying ridin
Rich them shit
i'm just ATL ain't fucking playing