from the songs album unknown
(x7)
ATL niggaz(them boys wild)
Im on a neva endin money mission,million dolla premanition
got my own coalition,pack my own ammunition
20's on tha lexus glisten im driven the mob like
hella niggas want me murdad but cant do the job right
raise a blaze A.K.s if this be who i carryin
killin for a hobby like a midevel barbarian
when will tha disater stop, now a nigga pass tha glock
illustrated killin live and comin like his Magnavox
now i gottem hot from tha platinum with tha black on lock
set up shop with over fifty thousand dollaz worth of rocks
ammunition cocked prepared pop ill even shoot at cops
stash away the heat and then retreat of in my drop top
mind your own bussines or the ghetto make your clock stop
187 from the wesson get your fuckin block mopped
you wont have to tangle wit it hypnotized in suprise
careful makin money off this shit to stay the fuck alive
CHORUS x4
come smoke some herb with me (them boyz wild)
come flip a bird with me (them boyz wild)
step on the curb with me (them boyz wild)
come slang and serve with me (them boyz wild)
i only fuck with real niggaz all tha haterz can burn in hell
if you aint affiliated dont come wit packs to sell
our check up is hustlin is bubblin stacks of mail
situations turn sour robbers will blast and bail
when i hit the block im seein chains driven insane
crunkin in my town with some hell of a ounces of cane.
ATL niggaz blowin brains simple and plain sippin golden grain
makin stains inflictin the pain smoke can get to the livin room
if the fedz are clueless we the ones who keep the city crunkin
wit engine fluid hypnotized niggaz ridin vets sippin moet strapped up with
a vest and giant techs to lower the stress
51 niggaz got my back so neva the less ima get this centa off my chest
and smoke on the ses puttin bitches on the track witness the pimpin in flesh
solid as the rock for adversries who wishin to test
CHORUS
my scandalous recipe make niggaz be scared of me
infested with trechery dont try to get next to me
your life is in jeopardy when fuckin with family
we turnin psychotic fools in all of our insanity
rankin off the greenery releasin the steam in me
keep me from the weapons ill be fuckin up the scenery
you poor bullets like imigrants bitch niggaz dont tempt the finch
money is the motive let the sentence end my innocents
ima let the missle whip ballistic wit hollw tips
you wont see me comin keep your fingers on the pistol grip
smokelining my enemies give em fearful tendencies
you can kiss they life goodbye when T-roc hit the henessey
im in it for the presidents luxurious residents
hooked up with the camp i been a mercenary eva since
Atlanta my stompin grounds ol' national where im found
movin bricks and fuckin tricks and flippin reefer by the pounds
(ATL niggaz) x12........
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