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

(Bezel)
Whateva Bezel ya goin be fi yi yi
Drop some acid in ya drink ya see ta da
I don't if my girl just a leg in the thigh
She spread her thighs let me hear her ayi yi yi
They say if you a little while good things'll come
Drink come get yours but you blink and it's
Patient dude I can't wait that long
Been layin fools down way that 8 ball song
I Like benze go ahead and run that man
Boy a ho I think you wanna man
not your boy from D12
ATL
One of the sickest dudes out they like ain't he
Adamville ain't
still the same
They thought knockin with stuvella that would the cane
Boss the plane they livin' on fantasy
Double move if a quake Atlanta Island

(Don P)
ya boy Don P
AKA get from me
I don't play, I just
How they see nigga I don't hide
Never had a so I never had the time
Always had money but I stayed on the
Girls me head so I gotta million miles
World's most wanted I done did a million
Gotta be that I'm twice platinum
Gimme some space nigga back back
Ain't really smart but ain't dumb
aint a whole nigga you can keep it crunk
I don't drop hits I drop bombs
Forget bein' a nigga I'm a fuckin' sun
Nigga at me talkin' 'bout it's all good
Kings of nigga 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 don't the byway
On my way
we on that remi and that purple 'round my way
Okay boy now let me it's Black Boi
On this here and boy I'm real wit shit
I rip drawers off take yo off
Cuz you knew before you came in my room girl you was so off
Was I off Oh No
I was at it bitch
Before you close the door now dats for
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 keep that
For the who talkin' shit
They better leave me
I playin' no games
I'm out for this fame
Gettin' this money is how I see ya blow from the jane
Keep your distance I'm 'bout to movin' this chain
This tip gon' be rainin' on the top of ya brain
Hot like lava I'm up this chrome problem solva
So watch ya back 'cause 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 herbal session just 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 pimp
This motherfucka think I'm plannin' think I'm like poo
You think I'm gravy I 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 this
Ready to yo fuckin' shit
Bitch rich nigga if you talk that bullshit
Gon' hate I ain't stun ya up I'll get ya split
the bottom to the top
Top to bottom you 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)
What's up back up fuck
Who you to
Yeah scary ass we comin' for you
If you wanna talk better be prepared
To live and die in the motherfuckin' ATL

(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 niggas ain't gon'
So I'ma first
Big nigga wanna so put them hands to work
Decatur want it Decatur Decatur dead in the end
Ho click mo bitch a zula-sci-quen
Charlie and fate that yo bitch ass made it
Crunker then a dog in the south gate
we got hoe shakin ass got it for sale
Real head bustin head a work and the mail
What's that ya dead ass in a hotel
No evidence now guns in the chair
Cramp in my leg from sittin in the car to on ya Lil Jon, the esb finna put they hands on ya
Got claims on yo life the I be
You the job done just holla at me, yeah

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

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

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

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