Hook

And thats how we keep it crunk, from the club to the streets

To the two door capri, crunk out with the beat

We shakin hoes off, cut em up like a slab

Then hit the studio and take it back to the lab



If 5 on 2, shit its all good, we ride through the hood

In the delta 88, with that georgia license plate

These niggas dont know

They dont even wanna show no love to a a nigga like me

So I just stay on the grind, stay down for mine

Trying to get mine in daily

Holla at me like you know your fo, chiefing on that green green

Never snort a lot of coke, stayed down with the home team

Know what I mean? some shit have a nigga stressed out

Make him small fast

Bout 175 will quit to open that cannon and woop your ass

But ya wait, get a bat face on the one-time while these hoes

Choose on the attic crew, my girl already been chose

These stankin bitches get your boy caught up in that fuck shit

I know they suckin dick, but they thanking the game I spit

I put they ass in a rap and ride out on them hoes

Get wit my slick partna then hit the studio



Now see I jumps up, without a doubt

Not a question being asked as you dash, with no way out

Through the whirl-wind I spin, intruders, we break em in.

Atlanta georgia, we comin for ya with 50 men

In sets of 10, no sippin gin, we steppin in

Its the attic crew, no flaw within

We them youngbloodz wit plenty kin

No ifs, no ands, no buts, no grins

We after you, so what you do is count to three, then click your shoes

Then out the door, back to your hoe, down on the low, straight toe to toe

Cause j-bo is who I be, wont fuck with you, dont fuck with me

So cant you see through the enemies

Youd besta be all you can fucking be

Stay sucker free, but first get some nuts

Before you