[Big Boi]
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Yeah
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Its going all the way down
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Aquemeni Records, Killer Mike, Slimm Calhoun
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Just because your wearing a Braves' jersey
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doesn't mean we on the same team you playin' on bitch
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Cool and Dre on the track, run it
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[Verse 1: Killer Mike]
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Since last heard I'm still Randy Moss
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and I still catch a beat runnin' when its tossed
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and often light green kiss my ass to coffin
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Cut the bull in Harlem on sloughths(?) and
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cut the bull then I'm seven duece Impala whore dance
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Ambidexterious juggle pretty girls and they friendly fifty friends
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hit Jamacia rollin' papers turning up spotta benz
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City corners I've been in a duece double O three Benz
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I'm sittin' on those dubs twins
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I'm from the city where kiddies ride on dope rims
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It's where niggaz snap shot and they ain't takin' pictures mista
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I'm well equipped to hit ya', same birthday as Hitler
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I'll getcha
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[Chorus: repeat 2X]
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Hey we rep that A
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A T L A N T A state of G A
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G A G A home of the brave
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home of the brave G A G A
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home of the brave
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[Verse 2: Killer Mike]
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I got a Tahoe, and a Tahoe
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she work out fit like Taebo
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Get my findy(?) Air Force Ones
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shit wait I'm so old
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Last one to Louie Fitoine skins on my timbo's
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Gettin' blown in a limo, that's my M.O.
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Roll next presidential, get a pistol to your temple
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I'll let it faint, leave your brain lingering in limbo
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Southern fried that's how I ride, creed on simple
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Kill 'em all let God seperate good from evil
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You faggots do it for glory
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Y'alls just do it for my people
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I'm grand national built beautiful and legal
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3: Slimm Calhoun]
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A town down Braves started cap from the land of the made
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ain't no hard atrap after depts of the dungeon
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We livin' artifacts where niggaz rip chickens
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talk bricks, keep an artist strapped
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Flame throwers got us hot in the spot
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wreckin these dog tails through red dog stripe
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It's like all hell, block cells
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make bail and it's back to these crooks and cakes jumpin' at next cell
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What you know about the way the whales
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kiss it your body scaled
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I'm 'bout to hit by the box of tens through the mail
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then reply beaten twelve sickness spinnin' on twenty-ones
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We produce many guns, we spittin' at anyones
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Disrespect (?) little bows
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and I'll cock and explode up
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Take me to the grave, grave, home of the brave
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[Chorus]
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[Killer Mike]
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So slums, so sligh, nigga (i'm) straight ducked
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you can ask my baby's mother she'll tell you niggaz shit
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He the type to fuck a bitch
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rob that bitch's baby brother
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[Slimm Calhoun]
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And I'm the type to rip ya bitch leave the shit up under your covers
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(?) blessing from sin
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New recrutes we in it again
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rap so hard we flippin' again
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walkin' dubs on the benz
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[Killer Mike]
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One, two, crack fiend
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three on boys street jeans
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Four full blown hit the scene
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five like trap (?)
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Like a thick hoe in sassy jeans
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rub her right she'll cream
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Fuck her right moan and scream
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killer kill out on (?)
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[Slimm Calhoun]
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Swervin', servin', bouncin' the buttons
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like 5 5 9 truck somethin'
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Two glock nines round dumpin'
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round my hip strap ain't jumpin'
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Keep my bitch dunkin' somethin'
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be outlawed bangin' 'em down for bustin'
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[Chorus] - repeat to fade
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Home Of The Brave (featuring Slimm Calhoun)
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| Killer Mike |
