Verse 1 Bezel Whateva Bezel give ya goin be fi yi yi Drop some acid in ya drink make ya see ta da I don't care if my girl just a leg n' a thigh She better spread her thighs let me hear her ayi yi yi They say if you wait a little while good things'll come Drink come get yours but you blink and it's gone Patient dude I really can't wait that long Been layin fools down way before that 8ball song I Like that benze go ahead and run that man Boy you'ze a ho I think you jwanna man It's not your boy from D12 It's ATL One of the sickest dudes out they like ain't he well Adamville ain't changed It's still the same They thought knockin' ??? would stop the cane Boss the plane they livin' on fantasy island Double move if a quake made Atlanta Island Verse 2 Don P This ya boy Don P AKA get away from me I don't play I just ride How they gon' see nigga I don't hide Never had a watch so I never had the time Always had money but I stayed on the grind Girls give me head so I gotta million miles World's most wanted I done did a million crimes Gotta be (established?) that I'm twice platinum Gimme some space nigga back back some Ain't really smart but ain't that dumb ????? nigga you can keep it crunk I don't drop hits nigga I drop bombs Forget bein' a star nigga I'm a fuckin' sun Nigga lookin' at me talkin' 'bout it's all good 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 inside cars To let you niggas know where I stay 285 way don't miss the byway On my high way Eastside we on that remi and that purple 'round my way Okay boy now let me spit it's Black Boi On this here and boy I'm real wit this shit I rip drawers off take yo balls off Cuz you knew before you came in my room girl you was so sawed off Was I wrote off? Oh Nooo I was strapped at it bitch Before you close the door now dats fa sho We on that dro when you get up out my car bitch don't slam my door Motherfucka Verse 3 Dirty Mouth ATL is my home And know my hip keep that chrome For the ones who talkin' shit They better leave me alone I ain't playin' no games I'm just out for this fame Gettin' this money is how I see ya gettin' blow from the jane Keep your distance I'm 'bout to start movin' this chain This hollow tip gon' be rainin' on the top of ya brain Hot like lava I'm loadin up this chrome problem solva So watch ya back 'cause here I come dropin' bodies like bombers This smith n wessen is gonna teach you haters a lesson All you niggas keep on stressin how we smoke up the essence This herbal session just keep a nigga full of confession So while I'm diggin' in your purse I keep that heat for protection Now gimme your loot This motherfucka gon' make me pimp shoot This 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 lame This motherfucka that wanted to listen I took his ass out the game bi*ch Verse 4 LA T-R-Y M-E pussy nigga Lil LA off in this bi*ch Ready to bust yo fuckin' shit Bitch rich nigga if you wanna talk that bullshit Gon' hate I ain't stun ya runnin' up I'll get ya split From the bottom to the top Top to bottom you will go Naw ho I ain't the nigga to be fuckin' wit fo Sic 'em git 'em split 'em hit 'em Tear that nigga ass up I kill for fun mayne and I ain't jokin mayne What's up back up fuck nigga Who you takin to Yeah scary ass nigga we comin' for you If you wanna talk shit
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