brang yo army

i walk in hell

bucking and fighting

scratching and biting

throwing bows

showing gold's

and smoking dro's

drinking yak in the back

presidential

hand in hand with the devil

my team imperial

we don't hang with that busta they call miracle

the first disciple

30 shots from the rifle

grab his soul like a reaper

a.k.a. better known as lil' peter

light 'em up with the powder

best believe i'm a rider

the pastor said sic him and whoever else with 'em

and watch me and my boys go and flip him

we ready

you say you want me

but you betta brang yo army

dez georgia rebels ain't gone let nobody harm me

killa

disabled

stable

mentally challenged the name 'em

but yet i manage over god given talents

enter near it

cause ravage and repercussions

and damages

pimpin' at them

iceberg slim

seeking titanic

creeping steady slow

bobin' and weavin' we broke a do'

complication rules the nation so i roll while i smoke

this one goes out to my folk

this one they caught in they smoke

bungey jumping

hang gliding

and sliding of ski slopes

went from selling busta's dope

over used to be coke

i can't cope

cut throat

rhymes over dope

i go fo' broke

smoking on that reefer

with the street sweepers

suckers i got wiped up can't run from the grand reaper

peep a

miracle game so lame that you can't show

you tried to steal a track from the pastor and got caught

i brought my freaking folks

my folks that keep it real

we drinking on that brandi and we handy with the steel

better guard yo grill

hard to kill

like steven segal

cause when i see him fall

i'ma shatter his brains against the wall

you say you want me

but you betta brang yo army

dez georgia rebels ain't gone let nobody harm me

okay they got me last and i'm mad

and i'm ready to fight

one hundred eighty pounds strong

but watch how i bite

they takin flight

cause this buster ackin' like my amigo

hit 'em seventeen times with that chrome desert eagle

these my people

in georgia

ignore ya

i can't

get dumped off in miami riding on candy paint

now would you believe i got a body in my trunk?

i'm crunk out the window

hell yeah!

i shot the punk

the first to dump

the first one that punk scatter

i'm high i'm drunk

put i'm still labeled that pastor

so any bastard

that got plans to harm me

you best of be ready cause i got a army

you say you want me

but you betta brang yo army

dez georgia rebels ain't gone let nobody harm me