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it's your motherfuckin' boy lil jon

bme click representer right

now i

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i just got to get some shit off my chest

it's a lot fuck niggas been talking shit bout me

but you know what?

pussy nigga i don't give a fuck

i'm a real nigga

and real nigga handle his motherfuckin' business

like my niggas bout to do right now

whatever bezel give ya gon' be fi-yi-yi

drop some acid in your drink

make you see tie-dye

i don't care if my girl just a leg and a thigh

she better split her thighs

let me hear her ay ya ya

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 benz

go ahead and run that

man

boy you's a ho

i think you juwanna 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 an island

this ya boy don p

aka get away from me

i don't play

i just ride

hide and go seek

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 got 'em in your minds

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 your hood

see i ain't come to play

i came to spit bars inside cars

to let you niggas know where i stay

two-eighty-five way

don't miss the byway

on my highway

eastside we on that remy and that purple 'round my way

okay boy

now let me spit

it's black boi

on this here

and boy

i'm real with this shit

i rip drawers off

take your balls off

cause 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 that's fo sho

we on that dro

when you get up out my car

bitch

don't slam my door

motherfucker

atl is my home

and on 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 it

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 solver

so watch your back cause here i come

droppin' bodies like bombers

this smith and 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 motherfucker gon' make me pimp shoot

this motherfucker 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 motherfucker didn't wanna listen

i took his ass out the game

bitch!

t-r-y m-e pussy nigga

lil la off in this bitch

ready to bust yo fuckin' shit

bitch

rich nigga

if you wanna talk that bullshit

go on hate

i ain't stunt 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' with fo

sic 'em

get '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

better be prepared

to live and die in the motherfuckin' atl

ain't nothin' like a good ass-whoopin' to set it off

come

how you want it bitch and get ya pussy ass off

them little niggas ain't gon' fight

so i'ma shoot first

big nigga wanna tussle

put them hands to work

decatur born

decatur bred

decatur dead in the end

ho click

more bitch than a

wishin' yo bitch ass made it

crunker then a dog in the south west gate

we got hoes shakin' ass

and they got it for sale

real head

bust it in and put in work for the mail

what's that smell? your dead ass in a hotel

no evidence because there's never guns in the chair

cramp in my leg from sittin' in the closet waitin' on ya

lil jon

the esb

finna put them hands on ya

got claims on your life

the hitman i be

you want the job done

just holla at me

yeah

i can't feel the ground the beneath me

one of these hoes is down to freak me

haters they would love shoot rounds to leak me

have my family sittin' 'round to weep me

life as a hustler

an everyday struggler

tryin' to double up

and aim for your jugular

if you ever try to trouble us

better knuckle up

the streets

they know what it is

they know what the fake

they know what the real

they go for the kill

do what you feel

hop in the 'lac

flash ya grill

show your gold

throw your bows

stay on ya toes and don't trust these hoes

play ya part

and do ya thang

always put money before the fame

y'all niggas don't wanna see me

runnin' 'round here hatin' on me

wanna know what i do wit my cheese

eighty-four silverado chevy

now i can buy that nine-eleven

and i can get that escalade

bout to hit the corner

pop the trunk and let that thang spray

reppin that ga

decatur's where i stay

nothin but real niggas and bitches out here 'round my way

lil bo

i be that nigga

quick to pull a trigger

and put some lead in the head of a fuck nigga

woke up this mornin'

nigga

with a pump and my hand on the trigger

had a dream last night i was bein' hated on by a bunch of these fuck niggas

these niggas done made me slip now

into my alias now

coup de grace swat officers and all these haters and these niggas right now

frankly i'm hot and pissed

this shit is ludicrous

same niggas you grew up with nigga

be the same niggas get they wig split

so keep flexin' and talkin'

and get your ass whipped

motherfucker you must not know who you fuckin' with

i'm dj 64

that nigga xl

big sam sayin' this shit to let you know what's real

you bitch

bitch

ho

ho

ass

ass

nigga

nigga!

we ain't playin'

money slangin'

justifyin'

gangsta ridin'

mo' rich

pimp shit

i'm just sangin'

atl ain't fuckin' playin'!