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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)
It's a lot Fuck been talking shit about me
(fuck)
but you know
Pussy Nigga I give a fuck
I'm a Real Nigga, Real Nigga Handle His Motherfucka business like my niggas about to do now

(Bezel)
Whateva Bezel ya goin 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 spread her thighs let me her ayi yi yi
say if you wait a little while good things'll come
Drink come get yours but you blink and gone
Patient I really can't wait that long
Been layin fools down way before 8 ball song
I Like benze go ahead and run that man
Boy you'ze a ho I you wanna man
not your boy from D12
ATL
One of the sickest dudes out they like ain't he
Adamville changed
It's the same
They thought knockin with stuvella that stop the cane
Boss the they livin' on fantasy island
Double move if a made Atlanta Island

(Don P)
ya boy Don P
AKA get from me
I play, I just ride
How they gon' see I don't hide
had a watch so I never had the time
Always had money but I stayed on the
give me head so I gotta million miles
World's most wanted I did a million crimes
Gotta be established that I'm twice
some space nigga back back some
Ain't really smart but ain't that
aint a saler nigga you can keep it crunk
I don't drop hits nigga I drop
bein' a star nigga I'm a fuckin' sun
Nigga lookin' at me talkin' it's all good
Kings of crunk nigga through yo hood

(Black Boi)
See I ain't to play
(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 purple 'round my way
Okay boy now let me it's Black Boi
On this and boy I'm real wit this shit
I rip drawers off take yo off
Cuz you before 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 don't slam my door

(Dirty Mouth)
ATL is my
And know my hip that chrome
For the who talkin' shit
They better leave me
I ain't no games
I'm just out for this
Gettin' this is how I see ya gettin' blow from the jane
Keep your distance I'm 'bout to movin' this chain
This hollow tip gon' be rainin' on the top of ya
Hot like I'm loadin up this chrome problem solva
So ya back 'cause here I come dropin' bodies like bombers
This smith n 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 diggin' in your purse I keep that for protection
Now gimme your
This motherfucka gon' make me pimp
This motherfucka think I'm plannin' think I'm like poo
You think I'm gravy I told you 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 talk that bullshit
Gon' hate I ain't stun ya runnin' up 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 mayne (Mayne)
What's up back up fuck
Who you to
Yeah scary ass nigga we for you
If you wanna talk shit better be
To live and die in the ATL yeah

(Yo Gotti)
nothin' like a good ass whoopin' to set it off
Come how you want it and ya pussy ass off
Them niggas ain't gon' fight
So shoot first
Big nigga tustle 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 wishin that yo ass made it
Crunker then a dog in the west gate
we got hoe shakin ass others got it for
Real head bustin head with a work and the
What's that ya dead ass in a hotel
No because now guns in the chair
Cramp in my leg 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 just holla at me, yeah

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

(Lil Bo)
Y'all niggas don't see me
Runnin' 'round here on me
Wanna know what I do wit my
'84 Silverado
Now I can buy that eleven
And I can get that
Bout to hit the corner pop the and let that thang spray
Reppin that GA decatur's I stay
but real niggas and bitches out here 'round my way
Lil Bo I be that nigga to pull the trigger
An' put some lead in the head of a nigga

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

We Ain't
Money
Testifying ridin
More Rich them
i'm just singin ATL ain't playing