(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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