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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)
right
(Yea)
Now IIIIII just got to get some shit out my
(let it out)
It's a lot Fuck been talking shit about me
(fuck)
but you what
Pussy Nigga I Don't a fuck
I'm a Real Nigga, Real Nigga Handle His Motherfucka business like my niggas about to do now

(Bezel)
Whateva Bezel give ya 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 wait a little while things'll come
Drink get yours but you blink and it's gone
Patient I really can't wait that long
Been layin fools down way before that 8 ball
I Like that go ahead and run that man
Boy you'ze a ho I think you man
It's not your boy D12
ATL
One of the dudes out they like ain't he well
Adamville ain't
It's still the
They thought with stuvella that would stop the cane
Boss the plane they livin' on fantasy
Double move if a quake Atlanta Island

(Don P)
ya boy Don P
AKA get away me
I don't play, I ride
How they gon' see nigga I don't
had a watch so I never had the time
Always had money but I on the grind
Girls give me head so I gotta 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 whole 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' 'bout it's all
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 I stay
285 way don't the byway
On my way
Eastside we on that remi and that purple my way
boy now let me spit it's Black Boi
On this and boy I'm real wit this shit
I rip drawers off yo balls off
Cuz you knew before you came in my room 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 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 talkin'
They better me alone
I ain't playin' no
I'm just out for fame
Gettin' money is how I see ya gettin' blow from the jane
Keep distance I'm 'bout to start movin' this chain
hollow tip gon' be rainin' on the top of ya brain
Hot like lava I'm loadin up chrome problem solva
So watch ya back 'cause here I come dropin' like bombers
This n wessen is gonna teach you haters 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 your loot
This gon' make me pimp shoot
motherfucka think I'm plannin' think I'm roody like poo
You think I'm gravy I told you boys don't play me for
This that wanted to listen I took his ass out the game bitch

(LA)
T-R-Y M-E nigga
Lil LA off in biych
Ready to yo fuckin' shit
Bitch rich nigga if you wanna talk bullshit
Gon' hate I ain't ya runnin' up I'll get ya split
the bottom to the top
Top to you will go
Naw ho I ain't the to be fuckin' wit for
Sic 'em git 'em 'em hit 'em
Tear that ass up
I kill for fun (mayne)
I jokin mayne (Mayne)
up back up fuck nigga
Who you to
Yeah scary ass nigga we for you
If you wanna shit better be prepared
To live and die in the motherfuckin' ATL

(Yo Gotti)
Ain't nothin' like a ass whoopin' to set it off
how you want it bitch and ya pussy ass off
Them little ain't gon' fight
So I'ma first
Big nigga wanna so put them hands to work
Decatur it Decatur ready Decatur dead in the end
Ho click mo than a zula-sci-quen
Charlie and fate that yo bitch ass made it
Crunker a dog in the south west gate
we got hoe ass others got it for sale
Real head head with a work and the mail
that smell 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 on yo life the hitman I be
You want the job done holla at me, yeah

(Bo Hagon)
I can't feel the ground the me
one of hoes is down to freak me
Haters they to shoot rounds to leak me
Have my sittin' 'round to weep me
Life as a hustla an everyday struggler to double up
And I a fuckin' juggler if you ever try to trouble us
knuckle up
The streets they what it is
They what the fake they know what the real
They go for the kill do what you feel hop in the 'lac ya grill
Show gold throw your bows
Stay on ya toes and don't trust these
Play ya and do ya thang
Always put before the fame

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

(Big Sam)
Woke up mornin nigga
a pump and my hand on the trigger
Had a last night I was bein' hated on by a bunch of these fuck niggas
These niggas done made me slip now my alias now
Coup de gras SWAT officers and all these haters and these right now
I'm hot and pissed
This shit is
niggas you grew up wit
nigga niggas get they wig split
So keep flexin' and talkin and get your ass
Motherfucka you not know who you fuckin' wit
I'm DJ 64 nigga XL
Big Sam just sayin' this shit to let you know what's
You Bitch
Hoe hoe
Ass ass
nigga

We Playing
Money
Testifying Gangsta
More them shit
i'm singin ATL ain't fucking playing