(Lil Jon)
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Yea!?Yea! Yea! Yea!?Check this out (What's Up?)
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It's your Motherfucka Boy Lil Jon (That's Right)?
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BME Click (yea!) represent right (yea! Yea!)
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Now IIIIII just got to get some shit out my chess (let it out)
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It's a lot Fuck Nigga been talking shit bout me ,(fuck)
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fuck but you know what?
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Pussy Nigga I Don't give a fuck
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I'm a Real Nigga, Real Nigga Handle His Motherfucka?bizness like my nigga about to do right now
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Verse 1: (Bezel)
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Whateva Bezel give ya goin be fi yi yi
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Drop some acid in ya drink make ya see ta da
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I don't care if my girl just a leg n' a thigh
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She better spread her thighs let me hear her ayi yi yi
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They say if you wait a little while good things'll come
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Drink come get yours but you blink and it's gone
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Patient dude I really can't wait that long
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Been layin fools down way before that 8ball song
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I Like that benze go ahead and run that man
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Boy you'ze a ho I think you jwanna man?
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It's not your boy from D12
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It's ATL?
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One of the sickest dudes out they like ain't he well
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Adamville ain't changed
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It's still the same
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They thought knockin' ??? would stop the cane
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Boss the plane they livin' on fantasy island
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Double move if a quake made Atlanta Island
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Verse 2: (Don P)?
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This ya boy Don P?
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AKA get away from me?
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I don't play I just ride
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How they gon' see nigga I don't hide
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Never had a watch so I never had the time
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Always had money but I stayed on the grind?
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Girls give me head so I gotta million miles
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World's most wanted I done did a million crimes
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Gotta be (established?) that I'm twice platinum
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Gimme some space nigga back back some
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Ain't really smart but ain't that dumb
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????? nigga you can keep it crunk
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I don't drop hits nigga I drop bombs
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Forget bein' a star nigga I'm a fuckin' sun
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Nigga lookin' at me talkin' 'bout it's all good
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Kings of crunk nigga comin through yo hood?
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bitch
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Verse 3: (Black Boi)?
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See I ain't come to play?
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I came to spit bars inside cars?
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To let you niggas know where I stay?
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285 way don't miss the byway?
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On my high way?
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Eastside we on that remi and that purple 'round my way
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Okay boy now let me spit it's Black Boi
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On this here and boy I'm real wit this shit
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I rip drawers off take yo balls off?
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Cuz you knew before you came in my room girl you was so sawed off
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Was I wrote off? Oh Nooo
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I was strapped at it bitch
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Before you close the door now dats fa sho?
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We on that dro when you get up out my car bitch don't slam my door
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Motherfucka
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Verse 3: (Dirty Mouth)?
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ATL is my home?
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And know my hip keep that chrome
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For the ones who talkin' shit
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They better leave me alone?
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I ain't playin' no games?
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I'm just out for this fame
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Gettin' this money is how I see ya gettin' blow from the jane
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Keep your distance I'm 'bout to start movin' this chain
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This hollow tip gon' be rainin' on the top of ya brain
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Hot like lava I'm loadin up this chrome problem solva?
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So watch ya back 'cause here I come dropin' bodies like bombers
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This smith n wessen is gonna teach you haters a lesson
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All you niggas keep on stressin how we smoke up the essence?
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This herbal session just keep a nigga full of confession?
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So while I'm diggin' in your purse I keep that heat for protection
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Now gimme your loot
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This motherfucka gon' make me pimp shoot
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This motherfucka think I'm plannin' think I'm roody like poo
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You think I'm gravy I told you boys don't play me for lame?
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This motherfucka that wanted to listen I took his ass out the game bitch?
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Verse 4: (LA)?
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T-R-Y M-E pussy nigga
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Lil LA off in this bi*ch?
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Ready to bust yo fuckin' shit
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Bitch rich nigga if you wanna talk that bullshit
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Gon' hate I ain't stun ya runnin' up I'll get ya split
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From the bottom to the top
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Top to bottom you will go?
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Naw ho I ain't the nigga to be fuckin' wit fo
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Sic 'em git 'em split 'em hit 'em?
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Tear that nigga ass up?
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I kill for fun mayne and?
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I ain't jokin mayne?
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What's up back up fuck nigga?
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Who you takin to?
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Yeah scary ass nigga we comin' for you
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If you wanna talk shit better be prepared?
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To live and die in the motherfuckin' ATL yeah
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Verse 5: (Yo Gotti)?
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