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(Hook) |
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ATL ******s (repeated throughout the song) |
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(Verse 1) |
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I'm on an everlasting money mission, million dollar premenition |
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Got my own coalition, pack my own ammunition |
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20's on the Lexus glisten, I'm driven to mob life |
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Hella ******s want me murdered, but cant do the job right |
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Razor blades, Ak's, and ask me do I carry them |
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Killin for a hobby like a medeival barbarian |
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Khen will the disaster stop?Never, ****** pass the glock |
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Illustrated killin live in color like its magnavox |
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Now I got em hot, from the plot to put the block on lock |
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Set up shop wit over 50, 000 dollars worth of rocks |
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Ammunition ****ed, prepared to pop, Ill even shoot at cops |
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Stash away the heat and then retreat off in my drop top |
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Find yo own bizness, or the gat'll make yo clock stop |
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187 from the west and get yo ****** block mopped |
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You gone have to tangle wit a Hypnotize, get suprised |
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Good for makin money off the *******t to stay the ****** alive. |
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(Chorus)x4 |
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Come smoke some herb wit me |
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Come flip a bird wit me |
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Step on the curb wit me |
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Come slang n serve wit me. |
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(Verse 2) |
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I only ****** wit real ******s, all the haters can burn in hell |
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If you aint affiliated, dont come wit packs to sell |
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Object of this hustlin is bubbling stacks of mail |
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Situations turn sour, rivals'll blast then bail |
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When I hit the block I'm seein J's, drivin insane |
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Crunker than Montana wit some anna for ounces of caine |
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ATL ******s blowin brains, simple and plain |
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Sippin golden grain, makin stangs, inflictin the pain |
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Smokin, gettin into it, livin ruthless, the feds are clueless |
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We the ones who keep the city crunker than engine fluid |
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Hypnotize ******s ridin vettes, sippin moets |
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Strapped up wit a vest and giant tecs to lower the stress |
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51 ******s got my back, so nevertheless |
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Ima get this anna off my chest and smoke on this cest |
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Puttin ******es on the track, when its a pimp in the flesh |
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Solid as a rock for advesaries who wi*******n to test |
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Repeat Chorus |
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(Verse 3) |
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My scandalous recipe make ******s be scared of me |
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If there has been treachery dont try to get next to me |
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Yo life is in jeopardy when ****** wit family |
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We turn to psychotic crews and all of our insanity |
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Break bread off of greenery, releasin the steam in me |
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Keep me from the weapons, Ill be ****** up the scenery |
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Deport bullets like immigrants, ****** ******s dont attempt to flinch |
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Money is the motive, let my sinning end the innocence |
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Ima let the missile rip, ballistic wit hollow tips |
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You wont see me comin, keep yo fingers on the pistol grip |
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Smoke blindin my enemies, give em fearful tendencies |
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You can kiss they life goodbye when T-Rock hit the hennesey |
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I'm in it for the presidents, luxurious residence |
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Hooked up wit the camp, Ive been a mercerary ever since |
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Atlanta my stompin grounds, Old National's where I'm found |
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Moving bricks, and ****** tricks, and smokin reefer by the pounds!!! |
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ATL ******s (until fade) |
