Verse 1 Bezel Whateva's arguing goin by ayi yi yi Drop some acid in my drink see till I die My girls go some side She better split her thighs and let me here an ayi yi yi They say if you wait a long time good things to come Drinks come you better move if you want some Patient dude I can't wait no more Been layin fools down way fore that 8ball song I Like that benze you know it's comin man But you'ze a h** I think you jwanna man Snatch you from the T 12 This is ATL The sickest dude they ask hey you L Atomville still ain't change It still the same Knockin fellas off the chain and the cane They livin on fantasy island Double move better quake its Atlanta ??? Verse 2 Don P It's your boy Don P AKA get away from me I don't play I just rap Don't You see n***a I don't hide Never hade a watch so never ahead of time Always had money but always stay on the grind Girls give me head so I gotta minimize I done did a million crimes Now gotta be steppin like I got platnium Gimme some space nigga back back some Ain't that smart but ain't that dumb All these h** n***az know I gotta keep it crunk I drop hits nigga I drop bombs F**k give me space I'ma f**kin song N***a look n***a talkin bout lets do it Kings of crunk nigga comin through yo hood Bi*ch Verse 3 Black Boi See I ain't come to play I came to spit bars and shot cars To let you n***az know where I stay 280 high all day to mister die bay On my high way Eastside we on that rem and purple round my way Okay boy here to spit it's Black Boi That's the spit and I'm real wit this sh** I rip drawers off and take yo balls off Cuz you knew when you came in my room girl you were so sawed off Was I wrote off? Oh Nooo I'm scrapp at it bi*ch Before you cross the door and dats fa sho When you get up out the car Bi*ch don't slam the door Motherfu**** Verse 3 Dirty Mouth ATL is my home And you know I keep that chrome For the ones talkin sh*t They better leave me alone I ain't playin these games I'm just out here for the fame Gettin this money is how I see gettin blow from the same Keep your distance fore I start movin this chain This hollow tip is gone be rainin on top of you brain Hot like lava I'm loadin up this chrome problem solva Watch your back cuz here I come droppin bodies like bombers This smith n wessen gonna teach you a lesson All you ni**az keep on stressin how we smoke up the essence This purple session gone keep a n***a full of confession Now watch when I'm kickin in your purse I keep the heat for protection Now gimme your rouger This motherfu**** damn make me shoot This motherfu**** think I playin rouger the ??? They think I playin I told you n***az don't play me for lame This motherfu**** don't wanna listen I'ma take his ass out the game bi*ch Verse 4 LA T-R-Y me p**** n***a Lil LA up off in this bi*ch Ready to bust yo fu**** sh** Bi*ch rich n***a if you wanna talk that bullsh** Gone hate if you ain't split I'ma split ya bait From the bottom to the top Top to bottom you will go Naw h** I ain't a n***a to be fu**** wit tho Split him hit him kill him Tear that n***az ass up I kill for fun mayne and I ain't jokin mayne What's up back up f*** n***a Who you takin to That scaredy ass n***a we come for you If you wanna talk sh** better be prepaired To live and die in the motherfu**** ATL, yeah Verse 5 Yo Gotti Nothin like a good ass whuppin to set it off Now little bi*ch you p**** ass soft See little n***az ain't gone fight So I'ma shoot first Big n***a wanna hustle wit them big handle works Decatur to begin Decatur to the end H** click mo bi*ch better them end Chyna and fate wishin yo bi*ch ass dead Crunker then a dog in the south west gate I got h*** shakin they ass I got it made Real bed bust head with a work and the mail What's that smell you dead in the hotel No evidence cuz the gun in the chair Cramp in my leg sittin and waitin Lil Jon and the eastside boyz finna put they hands on ya Got claim on yo life the hitman I beef If you wanna hall at the streets some and see me Verse 6 Bo Hagon I can't feel the ground the beneath me one of these h*** down to freek me Haters love to shoot rounds to leek Family sittin around to weap me Life as a hustla and everyday struggler Life is a juggler if you try to trouble us You better knuckle up The streets they know what it is They know the name they know the real They go for the kill hop in the lack flash ya grill Show your throw throw your bows Stay on yo toes and don't trust these h*** Do your part do your thang Always put money before the fame Verse 7 Lil Bo These n***az don't wanna see me They don't wanna hate on me You know what I do my G 84 ride my cheavy Now I can get my nine eleven And get my escolade Bout to hit the corner and let that thang spray Reppin that GA decatur is where I stay Nothin but real n***az and bi*ches out here by my way Lil Bo I be that n***a quick to pull a trigger Buss a lead in the head of a f*** n***a Verse 8 Big Sam Woke up this mornin n***a With a pump and my hand on the trigger I had a dream I was being hate on by these f*** n***az These n***az don't let me slip now On to my ???? less now Franly I'm hot and pissed This sh** is ludacris Same n***az that threw and grew up And them same n***az get they wig slpit So keep ??? talkin and get yout ass whipped Motherfu**** you must not know who you fu**** wit I'm DJ 64 that n***a XL Bi*ch say that sh** that keep real You bi*ch bi*ch h** h** Ass ass n***a n***a
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