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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)
represent
(Yea)
Now IIIIII just got to get shit out my chess
(let it out)
It's a lot Nigga 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 my niggas about to do right now

(Bezel)
Whateva give ya goin be fi yi yi
Drop some in ya drink make ya see ta da
I don't care if my girl just a leg in the
She spread her thighs let me hear her ayi yi yi
They say if you wait a little good things'll come
come get yours but you blink and it's gone
Patient dude I can't wait that long
Been layin fools way before that 8 ball song
I Like that benze go 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 like ain't he
Adamville ain't
It's the same
They thought knockin with stuvella that stop the cane
Boss the plane they livin' on fantasy
Double move if a quake made Atlanta

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

(Black Boi)
See I ain't come to
(say what)
I came to spit inside cars
To let you niggas know I stay
285 way miss the byway
On my way
we on that remi and that purple 'round my way
Okay boy now let me spit it's Boi
On this and boy I'm real 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 door now dats for
We on dro when 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 who talkin' shit
They leave me alone
I ain't no games
I'm just out for this
Gettin' this money is how I see ya blow from the jane
Keep your I'm 'bout 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
smith n wessen is gonna teach you haters a lesson
All you niggas keep on how we smoke up the essence
This session just keep a nigga full of confession
So while I'm diggin' in your purse I keep heat for protection
Now your loot
This motherfucka gon' make me shoot
This motherfucka I'm plannin' think I'm roody like poo
You I'm gravy I told you boys don't play me for lame
This motherfucka that wanted to listen I took his ass out the bitch

(LA)
M-E pussy nigga
Lil LA off in biych
Ready to yo fuckin' shit
Bitch rich nigga if you wanna talk bullshit
Gon' hate I ain't stun ya runnin' up I'll get ya
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 nigga ass up
I for fun mayne (mayne)
I ain't mayne (Mayne)
up back up fuck nigga
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' like a good ass to set it off
Come how you want it and ya pussy ass off
Them little ain't gon' fight
So shoot first
Big nigga wanna tustle so put them hands to
Decatur it Decatur ready Decatur dead in the end
Ho click mo bitch a zula-sci-quen
and fate wishin that yo bitch ass made it
Crunker then a dog in the south west
we got hoe shakin ass got it for sale
Real head bustin with a work and the mail
What's that ya dead ass in a hotel
No evidence because now 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 claims on yo the hitman I be
You want the job done holla at me, yeah

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

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

(Big Sam)
Woke up mornin nigga
a pump and my hand on the trigger
Had a dream night I was bein' hated on by a bunch of these fuck niggas
These niggas done made me slip now my alias now
de gras SWAT officers and all these haters and these niggas right now
Frankly I'm hot and
This is ludacris
Same niggas you up wit
nigga same niggas get wig split
So keep flexin' and and get your ass whipped
Motherfucka you must not know who you 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 Ain't
Money
Testifying Gangsta
More Rich them
i'm just singin ATL fucking playing