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

(Bezel)
Bezel give ya goin be fi yi yi
Drop some acid in ya drink ya see ta da
I care 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 while good things'll
Drink get yours but you blink and it's gone
Patient dude I really can't wait that
Been layin fools down way before that 8 song
I Like that benze go ahead and run man
Boy you'ze a ho I think you man
It's not your boy D12
ATL
One of the sickest dudes out like ain't he well
Adamville ain't
still the same
They thought with stuvella that would stop the cane
Boss the plane they 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 ride
How they gon' see nigga I don't
Never had a 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 done did a million
Gotta be established that I'm platinum
Gimme some space nigga back some
Ain't really smart but ain't that
aint a whole saler nigga you can it crunk
I drop hits nigga I drop bombs
Forget bein' a star nigga I'm a sun
lookin' at me talkin' 'bout it's all good
Kings of crunk comin through yo hood

(Black Boi)
See I ain't come to
(say what)
I came to bars inside cars
To let you niggas where I stay
285 way miss the byway
On my way
Eastside we on that remi and that 'round my way
Okay boy now let me spit it's Boi
On here and boy I'm real wit this shit
I rip drawers off take yo off
Cuz you knew before you came in my room you was so sawed off
Was I off Oh No
I was strapped at it
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 know my hip keep that
For the ones who talkin'
They better leave me
I ain't no games
I'm just out for fame
Gettin' money is how I see ya gettin' blow from the jane
Keep your 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 this chrome solva
So watch ya back here I come dropin' bodies 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 just keep a nigga full of confession
So while I'm diggin' in your purse I keep heat for protection
Now gimme loot
This motherfucka gon' make me pimp
motherfucka think I'm plannin' think I'm roody like poo
You think I'm gravy I told you boys don't me for lame
This motherfucka that wanted to listen I took his ass out the game

(LA)
T-R-Y M-E pussy
Lil LA off in biych
to bust yo fuckin' 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 to be fuckin' wit for
Sic 'em git 'em 'em hit 'em
that 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 talk shit better be prepared
To and die in the motherfuckin' ATL yeah

(Yo Gotti)
Ain't nothin' like a good ass to set it off
Come how you want it and ya pussy ass off
Them niggas ain't gon' fight
So I'ma first
Big wanna tustle so put them hands to work
Decatur want it Decatur ready dead in the end
Ho click mo bitch a zula-sci-quen
Charlie and fate wishin yo bitch ass made it
Crunker then a dog in the west gate
we got hoe ass others got it for sale
Real head bustin with a work and the mail
that smell ya dead ass in a hotel
No because now guns 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 the ground the beneath me
one of these hoes is to freak me
Haters they allowed to shoot to leak me
Have my family sittin' 'round to me
Life as a hustla an struggler tryin' to double up
And I a fuckin' juggler if you ever try to trouble us
knuckle up
The streets they what it is
know what the fake they know 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
ya part and do ya thang
Always put before the fame

(Lil Bo)
niggas don't wanna see me
Runnin' here hatin' on me
Wanna know I do wit my cheese
'84 Silverado
Now I can buy that nine
And I can get that
Bout to hit the pop the trunk and let that thang spray
that GA decatur's where I stay
Nothin but niggas and bitches out here 'round my way
Lil Bo I be that quick to pull the trigger
An' put lead in the head of a fuck nigga

(Big Sam)
Woke up mornin nigga
With a and my hand on the trigger
Had a dream last night I was hated on by a bunch of these fuck niggas
These niggas done 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
shit is ludacris
Same you grew up wit
nigga same get they wig split
So keep flexin' and talkin and get ass whipped
you must not know who you fuckin' wit
I'm DJ 64 nigga XL
Big Sam just sayin' this to let you know what's real
You bitch
Hoe hoe
Ass ass
nigga

We Ain't
Slangin
Testifying Gangsta
More Rich shit
i'm just ATL ain't fucking playing