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It’s your motherfuckin' boy Lil Jon

BME Click representer right

Now I, I, 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 ???

and, 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 grâce 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'!