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(Lil Jon)
Yea! Yea! Yea! Yea! this out
(whats up)
It's your 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 Fuck 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 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 let me hear her ayi yi yi
say if you wait 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
layin fools down way before that 8 ball song
I that benze go ahead 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 ain't he well
Adamville ain't
It's still the
They thought knockin stuvella that would stop the cane
Boss the plane livin' on fantasy island
Double move if a made Atlanta Island

(Don P)
ya boy Don P
AKA get away me
I don't play, I ride
How they see nigga I don't hide
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
most wanted I done did a million crimes
Gotta be established I'm twice platinum
Gimme some space back back some
Ain't really but ain't that dumb
a whole saler nigga you can keep it crunk
I don't drop hits I drop bombs
Forget bein' a nigga I'm a fuckin' sun
Nigga lookin' at me talkin' 'bout all good
Kings of nigga comin through yo hood

(Black Boi)
See I come to play
(say what)
I to spit bars inside cars
To let you niggas know I stay
285 way don't miss the
On my way
Eastside we on that remi and that purple my way
Okay boy now let me it's Black Boi
On this here and boy I'm real wit this
I rip drawers off yo balls off
Cuz you knew before you came in my girl you was so sawed off
Was I off Oh No
I was at it bitch
Before you close the now dats for show
We on that dro 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 better leave me
I ain't no games
I'm out for this fame
Gettin' this money is how I see ya gettin' from the jane
Keep distance I'm 'bout to start movin' this chain
This hollow tip gon' be on the top of ya brain
Hot like lava I'm up this chrome problem solva
So watch ya 'cause here I come dropin' bodies like bombers
This smith n wessen is teach you haters a lesson
All you keep on stressin how we smoke up the essence
herbal session just keep a nigga full of confession
So while I'm diggin' in purse I keep that heat for protection
Now gimme loot
This motherfucka gon' make me pimp
This think 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 I took his ass out the game bitch

(LA)
T-R-Y M-E pussy
Lil LA off in this
to bust yo fuckin' shit
Bitch nigga if you wanna talk that bullshit
Gon' hate I stun ya runnin' up I'll 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 jokin mayne (Mayne)
What's up back up fuck
Who you to
scary ass nigga we comin' for you
If you wanna talk shit better be
To and die in the motherfuckin' ATL yeah

(Yo Gotti)
Ain't nothin' a good ass whoopin' to set it off
how you want it bitch and ya pussy ass off
Them little ain't gon' fight
So I'ma first
Big nigga wanna tustle so put them to work
Decatur want it 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 gate
we got hoe shakin ass others got it for
Real head bustin head with a and the mail
What's that smell ya ass in a hotel
No evidence now guns in the chair
in my leg from 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 just holla at me,

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

(Lil Bo)
Y'all niggas don't see me
Runnin' 'round hatin' on me
Wanna what I do wit my cheese
'84 Silverado
Now I can buy nine eleven
And I can get that
Bout to hit the pop the trunk and let that thang spray
Reppin that GA decatur's where I
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)
Woke up this nigga
With a pump and my hand on the
Had a last 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 shit is
Same niggas you up wit
nigga niggas get they wig split
So keep and talkin and get your ass whipped
Motherfucka you not know who you fuckin' wit
I'm DJ 64 that XL
Big Sam just sayin' shit to let you know what's real
You bitch
Hoe hoe
Ass ass
nigga

We Playing
Money
Testifying ridin
More Rich shit
i'm just singin ATL fucking playing