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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'!