Lil' Scrappy

Yea
What... What
Check dis out right (Yea)
Lil' Jon and the motherfuking East Side Boyz
The kings of Crunk
Back at you with some new shit
Now just because we went platinum and
shit don't mean we gone change nigga
We the muthafuking Kings of Crunk and
we gon' always keep this muthafucker Crunk
Now let's talk about some more niggas

[Chorus]
If you rool up in the club and them niggas wanna fuck
when you step to they face what they gon' do shit
If you roll up in the club and them hoes start acting up
when you step up to them hoes what they gon' do shit
what they gon' do shit [Repeat 8 times]

[Lil' Jon]
Pussy nigga what's up,
hell nah you aint gon'fuck all that poppin'
at the mouth gon' get you fucked up...
Pussy nigga what's up,
hell nah you aint gon'fuck all that poppin'
at the mouth gon' get you fucked up...
You don't came in the club, wit yo muthafucking click...
We don't give a fuck hoe, ya'll pussy like bitches
You don't came in the club, wit yo muthafucking click...
We don't give a fuck hoe, ya'll pussy like bitches
It's some East-side niggas and they keeping this bitch,
and they step the ass nigga that be talking that shit
It's some East-side niggas and they keeping this bitch,
and they step the ass nigga that be talking that shit
It's some East-side niggas and they keeping this bitch,
and they step the ass nigga that be talking that shit

[Chorus]

[Lil' Scrappy]
my brains is taking me in too much pain
i'm bout explode first and then take names
But it's cool lil'shorty don't be so alarmed
i learned to bruise nigga without jabbing the arm
i don't play with muthafuckers cause this shit be real
Make ya hold ya breath longer than a navy seal
And them hoes will leave yo ass dead in the path
Like the way you came nigga yo dick from yo ass
I break bones with my niggas
Fuck hoes with my niggas
How the fuck you think i feel bout deforming yo figure
it's a closed casket
For them hating bastards
It's some g's that's real and some messed up fagots
Who you talking to bitch?
what you gon'do trick?
When it's obvious to see that you ain't gon' do shit
Lil' Scrappy the prince and i ain't taking no chump
I'm a quiet crunk nigga and fuck being a punk

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
Yea... Yea... Yea
i'm looking round dis muthafuking club (What)
Them niggas still muthafucking
over here and shit
(looking over here and talking and shit)
Think we gonna get some muthafuking
straightening in the muthafucker (Yea)
Dis what we gon' muthafuking do (What's up)
we gon' walk over to these muthafucking niggas (yea)
And talk to their ass like dis
Only bitches' talk shit (What)
Only bitches' talk shit (What)
Only bitches' talk shit that's why we bustin' yo shit
Only bitches' talk shit (What)
Only bitches' talk shit (What)
Only bitches' talk shit that's why we bustin' yo shit
We real niggas watch ya'll hoes (ya'll hoes)
We real niggas watch ya'll hoes (ya'll hoes)
We real niggas watch ya'll hoes (ya'll hoes)
We real niggas watch ya'll hoes (ya'll hoes)

[Chorus]

[Lil Scrappy talking]

[chorus]
What the fuck iz goin on [2x]
He keep on eyein me [4x]
What the fuck iz goin on [2x]
He keep on tryin me [4x]

[Lil Scrappy]
Fuck the bullshit beat dat ass to the floe
He twistin now he shakin like a god damn hoe
Don't run they goin to bak me, now hes tryin to attack me
Juzt blow your brain cells from ur head I be clappin
Now I buck all day, I buck all nite
Damn rite I beat your ass in a god damn fite
Don't stand so close, get your damn nose broke
Tryn to give me doubt when you see bitch you aint my folk
You be tryn me, im a thugged out g
Imma switch you sideways imma charge a post up fee
Thug straight trappin, till I get rich off this rappin
I aint got no friends got watch whos heads I be clappin
Flippin and flappin at the mouth ya its off the chain
Flippin it on them real bitches just to get brain
What the fuck is you tryn me foe
I aint no bitch, I aint no lame hoe

[chorus]
What the fuck iz goin on [2x]
He keep on eyein me [4x]
What the fuck iz goin on [2x]
He keep on tryin me [4x]

[Lil Scrappy]
What the fuck is goin on
I beat the fuck out your ass and bring your bitch ass home
Im a young thug nigga I aint no fuckin joke
If I aint no lame bitch then what the fuck you eyein foe
Talking all that shit bitch take it outside
Pop you about 3 times make you turn clockwise
I aint playin I done bein trife, damn they done took a life
Used to call me chicken cause I used to stab a man with a knife
My life, tatted on my neck, so you best respect
We thug stylin BME, leavin bitch niggas wet

?

Im goin to pit stop
My brains in nerve lose
I carry my own cross
But still you get tossed
And last but not least, quit tryn me
You aint got no business mothafukin eyein me

[chorus 2x]
What the fuck iz goin on [2x]
He keep on eyein me [4x]
What the fuck iz goin on [2x]
He keep on tryin me [4x]

[Lil Scrappy]
Haters dress to impress, but dey missd the spot
It takes chest to distress the longevity pot
But I got a 380 waitin so keep your eyes up on me
Keep your eyes off my dick and get your own damn money
You silly mothafucka you'll get your head slit wide open
I do it in the street and leave your neighborhood smoking
And they hope in, that the mothafuckin war is ova
These lyrics soul reverse them, click clack and break your shoulder
Im rollin from the south side of the A
If you keep lookin imma bust your ass in your face
I aint goin to play imma just make an example
All that unloyal shit will get your bitch ass tapered
When I cock back my pistols gonna sound like bam
Get your ass so hard the fuckin crowd say damn
You just got knocked the fuck out
That's the way we do niggas that's eyein in da south

[chorus]
What the fuck iz goin on [2x]
He keep on eyein me [4x]
What the fuck iz goin on [2x]
He keep on tryin me [4x]

[Lil Scrappy talking]

[chorus]
What the fuck iz goin on [2x]
He keep on eyein me [4x]
What the fuck iz goin on [2x]
He keep on tryin me [4x]

[Lil Scrappy]
Fuck the bullshit beat dat ass to the floe
He twistin now he shakin like a god damn hoe
Don't run they goin to bak me, now hes tryin to attack me
Juzt blow your brain cells from ur head I be clappin
Now I buck all day, I buck all nite
Damn rite I beat your ass in a god damn fite
Don't stand so close, get your damn nose broke
Tryn to give me doubt when you see bitch you aint my folk
You be tryn me, im a thugged out g
Imma switch you sideways imma charge a post up fee
Thug straight trappin, till I get rich off this rappin
I aint got no friends got watch whos heads I be clappin
Flippin and flappin at the mouth ya its off the chain
Flippin it on them real bitches just to get brain
What the fuck is you tryn me foe
I aint no bitch, I aint no lame hoe

[chorus]
What the fuck iz goin on [2x]
He keep on eyein me [4x]
What the fuck iz goin on [2x]
He keep on tryin me [4x]

[Lil Scrappy]
What the fuck is goin on
I beat the fuck out your ass and bring your bitch ass home
Im a young thug nigga I aint no fuckin joke
If I aint no lame bitch then what the fuck you eyein foe
Talking all that shit bitch take it outside
Pop you about 3 times make you turn clockwise
I aint playin I done bein trife, damn they done took a life
Used to call me chicken cause I used to stab a man with a knife
My life, tatted on my neck, so you best respect
We thug stylin BME, leavin bitch niggas wet

?

Im goin to pit stop
My brains in nerve lose
I carry my own cross
But still you get tossed
And last but not least, quit tryn me
You aint got no business mothafukin eyein me

[chorus 2x]
What the fuck iz goin on [2x]
He keep on eyein me [4x]
What the fuck iz goin on [2x]
He keep on tryin me [4x]

[Lil Scrappy]
Haters dress to impress, but dey missd the spot
It takes chest to distress the longevity pot
But I got a 380 waitin so keep your eyes up on me
Keep your eyes off my dick and get your own damn money
You silly mothafucka you'll get your head slit wide open
I do it in the street and leave your neighborhood smoking
And they hope in, that the mothafuckin war is ova
These lyrics soul reverse them, click clack and break your shoulder
Im rollin from the south side of the A
If you keep lookin imma bust your ass in your face
I aint goin to play imma just make an example
All that unloyal shit will get your bitch ass tapered
When I cock back my pistols gonna sound like bam
Get your ass so hard the fuckin crowd say damn
You just got knocked the fuck out
That's the way we do niggas that's eyein in da south

[chorus]
What the fuck iz goin on [2x]
He keep on eyein me [4x]
What the fuck iz goin on [2x]
He keep on tryin me [4x]

[Don P Talking]

[chorus]
As far as I can see you're a bitch to me [2x]
You the weakest link goodbye [4x]
As far as I can see you're a bitch to me [2x]
You the weakest link goodbye [4x]

[Don P]
They always askin me why I say yaa
Cause I mean what I say and I agree with myself
And imma keep it real, and you should keep believing
Cause if you don't you the weakest link and you should be leavin
Twerk that shit in the lane and my name they be screamin
Like Michael Vick im talking shit, playin this field
So I aint need no reason to knock you out the projects
Juzt take your fukin wallet, im makin a fukin profit
And you niggas cant stop me, like you tryn 2 catch my ass
Im ready to shot a nigga when all you do is fukin pass
The last day of class, soo aint no need to ask
Cause I aint the teacher, I wont let you pass
Im Don AKA, slash Corleone
Whoo started his own shit, who put us all on
And the bows been thrown, and the guns been cocked up
Now the only thing left 2 get rid of you fukin talkers

[chorus]
As far as I can see you're a bitch to me [2x]
You the weakest link goodbye [4x]
As far as I can see you're a bitch to me [2x]
You the weakest link goodbye [4x]

[Big Mouf]
Purple tray and niggas always like to talk that bullshit
Ima let you feel it when these bullets start to talking spit
Rite out the barrel of my rueger at you lame hoes
This is how it goes when my gun done put a hole
Rite threw your dome, cuz my chrome is my only friend
Niggas don't pretend to be down when you wasn't in
You smiling in my face imma stab you in the fukin back
Dressed in all black, with the tech ready to attack
Nigga you aint hard imma take yo ass up off the map
Peelin niggas cap talking shit runnin at their trap
Im realest nigga that you niggas eva seen before
Imma let you know, I aint never been a scary hoe
Not your average joe, left your spleen on your fukin top
Nigga pop pop as I cock back the fukin glock
Niggas need to start, tryn to talk down on my game
Imma do the same, to their ass as I buss their brain

[chorus]
As far as I can see you're a bitch to me [2x]
You the weakest link goodbye [4x]
As far as I can see you're a bitch to me [2x]
You the weakest link goodbye [4x]

[Lil Atlanta]
As far as I can see man you a bitch
You the weakest link outcha mothafukin cliq
Jump up if you down to get hit
And quit talking all that monkey ass shit
Im cutting out the middle, you getting paid a lil
This some real shit this aint no nursery ryme riddle
Imma let him get you, rite there hit you
They gonna hav to stich you, and the nigga ridin with you
That's why I toss bricks, I seen da bigga picture
Aint don't nobody miss you, you bitch cant even kiss you
So she about to ditch you, or betta yet quit you
Imma real nigga, but she act like she don't give a shit
So pass me the switch, im gone off the liquor
As far as I can see man you a bitch ass nigga
Its time to fire up, your time expired up
And when I pull it out, you get shot up
My nigga

[chorus]
As far as I can see you're a bitch to me [2x]
You the weakest link goodbye [4x]
As far as I can see you're a bitch to me [2x]
You the weakest link goodbye [4x]

[Trillville]
Hey, hey, hey [fades to end]

[Don P Talking]

[chorus]
As far as I can see you're a bitch to me [2x]
You the weakest link goodbye [4x]
As far as I can see you're a bitch to me [2x]
You the weakest link goodbye [4x]

[Don P]
They always askin me why I say yaa
Cause I mean what I say and I agree with myself
And imma keep it real, and you should keep believing
Cause if you don't you the weakest link and you should be leavin
Twerk that shit in the lane and my name they be screamin
Like Michael Vick im talking shit, playin this field
So I aint need no reason to knock you out the projects
Juzt take your fukin wallet, im makin a fukin profit
And you niggas cant stop me, like you tryn 2 catch my ass
Im ready to shot a nigga when all you do is fukin pass
The last day of class, soo aint no need to ask
Cause I aint the teacher, I wont let you pass
Im Don AKA, slash Corleone
Whoo started his own shit, who put us all on
And the bows been thrown, and the guns been cocked up
Now the only thing left 2 get rid of you fukin talkers

[chorus]
As far as I can see you're a bitch to me [2x]
You the weakest link goodbye [4x]
As far as I can see you're a bitch to me [2x]
You the weakest link goodbye [4x]

[Big Mouf]
Purple tray and niggas always like to talk that bullshit
Ima let you feel it when these bullets start to talking spit
Rite out the barrel of my rueger at you lame hoes
This is how it goes when my gun done put a hole
Rite threw your dome, cuz my chrome is my only friend
Niggas don't pretend to be down when you wasn't in
You smiling in my face imma stab you in the fukin back
Dressed in all black, with the tech ready to attack
Nigga you aint hard imma take yo ass up off the map
Peelin niggas cap talking shit runnin at their trap
Im realest nigga that you niggas eva seen before
Imma let you know, I aint never been a scary hoe
Not your average joe, left your spleen on your fukin top
Nigga pop pop as I cock back the fukin glock
Niggas need to start, tryn to talk down on my game
Imma do the same, to their ass as I buss their brain

[chorus]
As far as I can see you're a bitch to me [2x]
You the weakest link goodbye [4x]
As far as I can see you're a bitch to me [2x]
You the weakest link goodbye [4x]

[Lil Atlanta]
As far as I can see man you a bitch
You the weakest link outcha mothafukin cliq
Jump up if you down to get hit
And quit talking all that monkey ass shit
Im cutting out the middle, you getting paid a lil
This some real shit this aint no nursery ryme riddle
Imma let him get you, rite there hit you
They gonna hav to stich you, and the nigga ridin with you
That's why I toss bricks, I seen da bigga picture
Aint don't nobody miss you, you bitch cant even kiss you
So she about to ditch you, or betta yet quit you
Imma real nigga, but she act like she don't give a shit
So pass me the switch, im gone off the liquor
As far as I can see man you a bitch ass nigga
Its time to fire up, your time expired up
And when I pull it out, you get shot up
My nigga

[chorus]
As far as I can see you're a bitch to me [2x]
You the weakest link goodbye [4x]
As far as I can see you're a bitch to me [2x]
You the weakest link goodbye [4x]

[Trillville]
Hey, hey, hey [fades to end]

What it is hoe, ah what's up (what's up)
Can a nigga get in them guts (them guts)
Cut you up like you ain't been cut (been cut)
Show your ass how to really catch a nut (oh yeah yeah)
Well give me you number and I'll call (I'll call)
And I'll follow that ass in the mall (in the mall)
Take you home, let you juggle my balls (my balls)
While I'm beatin and tearin down your walls (oh yeah)

[Verse One]
This your boy Mr. Funkadelic, what's the business baby
I've been eyeing you all day in the mall miss lady
You looking good, I think I seen your ass in the hood
With your friends dressed up, trying to front if you could
But anyway, gone and drop a number or something
So I can call you later on,on your phone or something
Take you home, and maybe we could bone or something
It's no limits to what we do,cause tonight we cutting, gut busting
I'm digging in your walls something viscious
With your legs to the ceiling, catch a nut someting serious
You delirious,or might I say you taste so delicious
With your pretty brown skin, like I'm enjoying your kisses
And you ah certified head doctor
Number one staller that takes dick in the ass and won't holler
Bend you over and I"ll follow you straight to the room
Where it goes down lovely in the Leagon of Doom

[Chorus]

[Verse Two]
Shit, you know the deal before a nigga even stepped
Damn that ass hot, seems like it's gone melt
You know I give it to you til you run out of breathe
Then bust a nut all over yourself
The first time I called, you were juggling on my balls
In and out of your jaws, I was beating down your walls
Had your ass breaking laws for a player was the cause
And every time you seen a G you was slipping

What it is hoe, ah what's up (what's up)
Can a nigga get in them guts (them guts)
Cut you up like you ain't been cut (been cut)
Show your ass how to really catch a nut (oh yeah yeah)
Well give me you number and I'll call (I'll call)
And I'll follow that ass in the mall (in the mall)
Take you home, let you juggle my balls (my balls)
While I'm beatin and tearin down your walls (oh yeah)

[Verse One]
This your boy Mr. Funkadelic, what's the business baby
I've been eyeing you all day in the mall miss lady
You looking good, I think I seen your ass in the hood
With your friends dressed up, trying to front if you could
But anyway, gone and drop a number or something
So I can call you later on,on your phone or something
Take you home, and maybe we could bone or something
It's no limits to what we do,cause tonight we cutting, gut busting
I'm digging in your walls something viscious
With your legs to the ceiling, catch a nut someting serious
You delirious,or might I say you taste so delicious
With your pretty brown skin, like I'm enjoying your kisses
And you ah certified head doctor
Number one staller that takes dick in the ass and won't holler
Bend you over and I"ll follow you straight to the room
Where it goes down lovely in the Leagon of Doom

[Chorus]

[Verse Two]
Shit, you know the deal before a nigga even stepped
Damn that ass hot, seems like it's gone melt
You know I give it to you til you run out of breathe
Then bust a nut all over yourself
The first time I called, you were juggling on my balls
In and out of your jaws, I was beating down your walls
Had your ass breaking laws for a player was the cause
And every time you seen a G you was slipping

Shake the shake wit it
Shake the shake wit it
Shake the shake wit it
Don't be fake wit it
Shake the shake wit it
Shake the shake wit it
Shake the shake wit it
Don't be fake wit it
Shake It
Titties sit right
ass sits better
I'm mean in a thong behind
it's wooden leather You can
catch me at South
Beach in a drop top Careta
I'm in the middle of somebodys
dance floor like whatever Drop
I keep it hood for you baby
cause on the down
Low mama knows what
good for you baby
What's good for me baby
bottle of Henny for ya
Me in a mini for ya
show you some luv That's if
I got any for ya
I can it make from the
dollars to the pennies for ya
Back tha tha back it up
then I bend it for ya
But I don't come cheap
so you got to break
Trina off if you really
want the right young freak
Pussy good
couple pumps skeet skeet
but first I need that
new Bentley
it should be a crime
Being this fine and I
get what I want I let him
see it from behind
Want me to do my little
dance for ya
Want me to do my little
dance for ya
Okay K K K
Want me to do my little
dance for ya
Make it clap like
my hands for ya
Okay K K K
Want me to do my little
dance for ya
Want me to do my little
dance for ya
Okay K K K
Want me to do my little
dance for ya
Make it clap
like my hands for ya
Shake It Shake It
Hair stay fixed
nails stay fixed
Keep niggas hotter than
project bricks
Paparazzi want to
know if I'm gay when I'm the
reason why Shaq came to MIA
Drop like it's slow your old
man would have fainted on me
Maybe because the jeans
look like it was painted on me
And my shoe game oh so vicious
I'm what your taste Buds need
cause I'm so delicious
Diamond princess
how could you forget this
Slip and slide records and the
hood be my witness
I'm the baddest ting
walking the block and You the
saddest thing stalking the cop
I'm Miss 305
butter pecan thighs
pretty brown eyes in the 745
you can keep up with me
I'm the diamond mommy drinking
From a gold bottle grown
women say I'm they role model
Swallow That
Want me to do my little
dance for ya
Want me to do my little
dance for ya
Okay K K K
Want me to do my little
dance for ya
Make it clap like
my hands for ya
Okay K K K
Want me to do my little
dance for ya
Want me to do my little
dance for ya
Okay K K K
Want me to do my little
dance for ya
Make it clap
like my hands for ya
Shake It Shake It
Now wear my real bitches at
that be taking it off
And keep them playas straight
breakin them off
That's how you do that there
and Trina won't lie to Ya
and sugar coat it and it's
fly to ya
it's like smokin on tha crip
Lightin up a dip
poppin one and puttin some of
me up on your Lips
on your lips
and ain't no better
high than me baby
Call me sunshine cause you
can touch the sky with me baby
Purses and shoes by Louie Gucci
all from the pretty face and
ghetto booty
What you want baby
for me and you do a porn baby
And tell you
beat till the morn baby
I'm extra sexual and
intellectual could to us both
Just so professional
and I could wobble on it and
Take my phone calls
like you cant bother me on it
Want me to do my little
dance for ya
Want me to do my little
dance for ya
Okay K K K
Want me to do my little
dance for ya
Make it clap like
my hands for ya
Okay K K K
Want me to do my little
dance for ya
Want me to do my little
dance for ya
Okay K K K
Want me to do my little
dance for ya
Make it clap
like my hands for ya
Shake It Shake It
Shake the shake wit it
Shake the shake wit it
Shake the shake wit it
Don't be fake wit it
Shake the shake wit it
Shake the shake wit it
Shake the shake wit it
Don't be fake wit it
Shake the shake wit it
Shake the shake wit it
Shake the shake wit it
Don't be fake wit it
Shake the shake wit it
Shake the shake wit it
Shake the shake wit it
Don't be fake wit it
Okay K K K
I keep it hood for you baby
cause on the down low mama
knows what good for you baby
I keep it hood for you baby
cause on the down low mama
knows what good for you baby
And ain't no better
high than me baby
call me sunshine cause you
can touch the sky wit me baby
And ain't no better
high than me baby
call me sunshine cause you
can touch the sky wit me baby

Lil Jay On The Track Nigga And You Already Know Itz Ur Boi Lil Scrappy We Finna Have The Whole Muthaf**kin World Rockin In Dis Bitch Look At Shawty Check Her Out

[Chorus:]
I Like The Way She Rock Her Hips Then Wave And Sip
She Rock Her Hips Then Wave And Sip
She Rick Her Hips,She Rock Her Hips, She Rock Her Hips Then Wave And Sip

[Verse 1:]
Look At Them Hips I Like How She Rock It
She Bend That Thing Ova And To The Ground She Can Drop It
And Pop It Hard As She Can Got Me Hard In The Pants
Because She All In Her Stance Doin Her Muthaf**kin Dance Man
Look Lil Buddy Cute In The Face
She Rock Her Hips To The Fade She Take A Sip When She Wave
And Wonna Get Wit Lil Jay After The Dance On Dat Pole
I Pull My Cash So Quick And Fast When Dat Ass Hit The Flo

[Verse 2:]
Now I Got 32 Flavors Of That Bootylicious Bubblegum
Raspberry,Grape,Cherry, Come And Get This Honey Bun
Yummy Yum Baby Not Your Ordinary Lady
Known To Drive A Nigga Crazy Willie Wonka Wonna Pay Me
On The Daily Off The Hizzle Rock My Hips And Shake My Skittles
Soda Pop It Watch It Sizzle Man This Chick Right Here For Shizzle
Smokin On The Highest Drizzle Wonna Taste It Just A Little
Rock My Hips Then Make It Wiggle Wavin Sippin In The Drizzle

[Chorus:X2]
I Like It When She Rock Her Hips Then Wave And Sip
She Rock Her Hips Then Wave And Sip
She Rock Her Hips, She Rock Her Hips, She Rock Her Hips Then Wave And Sip

[Verse 3:]
I Like It When She Show Me She Can Rock It Roll It Drop It To The Flo
Bouncin Slow Shawties All Pole Thats The Way To Go


Tell Her Boey Ooey Gotta Nigga Glancin Everytime
That Ass React I Thought, I Thought I Saw A Puddy Cat
Gimme Gimme Gimme That Fat Cat Don't Act On A Pimp
You Got Me Inticed By The Way You Rock Dem Hips
You's A Trip Girl Doin All Dem Tricks Thats Whats Up
I Like Dat Shit A Lot Come And Holla At A Thug

[Verse 4:]
A-Towns Finest Im The Top Notch Glamour Chick
Tell Me If I Throw It At Chu Baby Can You Handle It
Pistols Causing Rushin If A Hatta Wonna Run They Lip
Step Up In The Club And Have Um Whisperin Goddamn She Thick
Take It To The Bar Hypnotic And Hennesy Is On My List
Seductivly Movin My Body Now Watch Me Rock My Hips
Take A Sip Of The Goose I'm Lookin Good And Livin Lavage
Big Boy Pimpin Pop And Dippin Now Tell Me I'm Not The Baddest

[Verse 5:]
I Walked In The Club And She Rockin And Shakin
I Wonna Take Her To The House So A Playa Can Start Breakin
In Her Muthaf**kin Back Like A Playa Suppose
Goddamn Lil Buddy Touch You Rtoes
Goddamn Lil Buddy Take Off Your Clothes
And Let Me See Dat Apple Bottom And That Brown Booty Hole
Shawty Slide Up And Down On Dat Pole
In The V.I.P This How It Muthaf**kin Go

[Chorus:]
I Like It When She Rock Her Hips Then Wave And Sip
She Rock Her Lips Then Wave And Sip
She Rock Her Hips, She Rock Her Hips, She Rock Her Hips Then Wave And Sip
I Like It When She Rock Her Hips Then Wave And Sip
She Rock Her Hips Then Wave And Sip
She Rock Her Hips, She Rock Her Hips, She Rock Her Hips Then Wave And Sip
She Rock Her Hips, She Rock Her Hips

Ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You can do yo' J O be witout touchin', touchin' me
Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You ain't *** witout cha badge get da *** 'round me

Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You can do yo' J O be witout touchin', touchin' me
Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You ain't *** witout cha badge get da *** 'round me

This lil' piggy ran home and that lil' piggy ran home
And this lil' piggy ran home and that lil' piggy ran home

Everybody wanna know what happened in Orlando
We had a confirmation but they ain't wan' let it go
Tryna push me, ol' *** *** police
Actin' hard wit a suit but a badge can't fool me

c'mon dawg don't take ya job dis serious
A *** will kill any *** cat dats curious
It's a lot of hard heads in tha streets dats furious
Ain't nuthin' you can tell me, ain't nuthin' you can do to us

Wit cha chest all out tryna be bad
*** I can tell you broke 'cause you took my cash
One sight of abuse and I'ma whip yo' ***
C'mon man why you tryna rag?

Don't wanna let a *** off tha hook, wanna go by da book
Wen we both know in our eyes you da biggest crook
Stop actin' you know, you on tha powder
Punk *** probably sniff da dope by da *** hour

Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You can do yo' J O be witout touchin', touchin' me
Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You ain't *** witout cha badge get da *** 'round me

Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You can do yo' J O be witout touchin', touchin' me
Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You ain't *** witout cha badge get da *** 'round me

Police don't love me, they tryna cuff me
Somebody do somethin' I ain't even get nuthin'
They came in rushin', I start to bustin'
Wit my back to da wall I can see wats comin'

Stead of handlin' da cool they wanna handle tha ***
Tha Feds outside of my door tryna take a pic
And some of 'em cool and some of 'em rude
But I feel er'one of 'em my attitude

And I hope they do wat they gotta do
'Cause if they pull tha heat I'ma pull tha tube
And if it ain't in ya heart boy don't be no fool
'Cause God still lookin' at chu

'Cause on earth lot of *** chiefs no Indians
They say some of da police *** and feminine
If you call for help you probably snitch on ya self
Do tha broads *** catch a *** *** from tha belt

Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You can do yo' J O be witout touchin', touchin' me
Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You ain't *** witout cha badge get da *** 'round me

Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You can do yo' J O be witout touchin', touchin' me
Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You ain't *** witout cha badge get da *** 'round me

This lil' piggy ran home and that lil' piggy ran home
And this lil' piggy ran home and that lil' piggy ran home

Ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You can do yo' J O be witout touchin', touchin' me
Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You ain't *** witout cha badge get da *** 'round me

Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You can do yo' J O be witout touchin', touchin' me
Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You ain't *** witout cha badge get da *** 'round me

This lil' piggy ran home and that lil' piggy ran home
And this lil' piggy ran home and that lil' piggy ran home

Everybody wanna know what happened in Orlando
We had a confirmation but they ain't wan' let it go
Tryna push me, ol' *** *** police
Actin' hard wit a suit but a badge can't fool me

c'mon dawg don't take ya job dis serious
A *** will kill any *** cat dats curious
It's a lot of hard heads in tha streets dats furious
Ain't nuthin' you can tell me, ain't nuthin' you can do to us

Wit cha chest all out tryna be bad
*** I can tell you broke 'cause you took my cash
One sight of abuse and I'ma whip yo' ***
C'mon man why you tryna rag?

Don't wanna let a *** off tha hook, wanna go by da book
Wen we both know in our eyes you da biggest crook
Stop actin' you know, you on tha powder
Punk *** probably sniff da dope by da *** hour

Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You can do yo' J O be witout touchin', touchin' me
Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You ain't *** witout cha badge get da *** 'round me

Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You can do yo' J O be witout touchin', touchin' me
Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You ain't *** witout cha badge get da *** 'round me

Police don't love me, they tryna cuff me
Somebody do somethin' I ain't even get nuthin'
They came in rushin', I start to bustin'
Wit my back to da wall I can see wats comin'

Stead of handlin' da cool they wanna handle tha ***
Tha Feds outside of my door tryna take a pic
And some of 'em cool and some of 'em rude
But I feel er'one of 'em my attitude

And I hope they do wat they gotta do
'Cause if they pull tha heat I'ma pull tha tube
And if it ain't in ya heart boy don't be no fool
'Cause God still lookin' at chu

'Cause on earth lot of *** chiefs no Indians
They say some of da police *** and feminine
If you call for help you probably snitch on ya self
Do tha broads *** catch a *** *** from tha belt

Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You can do yo' J O be witout touchin', touchin' me
Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You ain't *** witout cha badge get da *** 'round me

Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You can do yo' J O be witout touchin', touchin' me
Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You ain't *** witout cha badge get da *** 'round me

This lil' piggy ran home and that lil' piggy ran home
And this lil' piggy ran home and that lil' piggy ran home

Ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You can do yo' J O be witout touchin', touchin' me
Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You ain't *** witout cha badge get da *** 'round me

Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You can do yo' J O be witout touchin', touchin' me
Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You ain't *** witout cha badge get da *** 'round me

This lil' piggy ran home and that lil' piggy ran home
And this lil' piggy ran home and that lil' piggy ran home

Everybody wanna know what happened in Orlando
We had a confirmation but they ain't wan' let it go
Tryna push me, ol' *** *** police
Actin' hard wit a suit but a badge can't fool me

c'mon dawg don't take ya job dis serious
A *** will kill any *** cat dats curious
It's a lot of hard heads in tha streets dats furious
Ain't nuthin' you can tell me, ain't nuthin' you can do to us

Wit cha chest all out tryna be bad
*** I can tell you broke 'cause you took my cash
One sight of abuse and I'ma whip yo' ***
C'mon man why you tryna rag?

Don't wanna let a *** off tha hook, wanna go by da book
Wen we both know in our eyes you da biggest crook
Stop actin' you know, you on tha powder
Punk *** probably sniff da dope by da *** hour

Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You can do yo' J O be witout touchin', touchin' me
Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You ain't *** witout cha badge get da *** 'round me

Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You can do yo' J O be witout touchin', touchin' me
Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You ain't *** witout cha badge get da *** 'round me

Police don't love me, they tryna cuff me
Somebody do somethin' I ain't even get nuthin'
They came in rushin', I start to bustin'
Wit my back to da wall I can see wats comin'

Stead of handlin' da cool they wanna handle tha ***
Tha Feds outside of my door tryna take a pic
And some of 'em cool and some of 'em rude
But I feel er'one of 'em my attitude

And I hope they do wat they gotta do
'Cause if they pull tha heat I'ma pull tha tube
And if it ain't in ya heart boy don't be no fool
'Cause God still lookin' at chu

'Cause on earth lot of *** chiefs no Indians
They say some of da police *** and feminine
If you call for help you probably snitch on ya self
Do tha broads *** catch a *** *** from tha belt

Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You can do yo' J O be witout touchin', touchin' me
Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You ain't *** witout cha badge get da *** 'round me

Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You can do yo' J O be witout touchin', touchin' me
Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You ain't *** witout cha badge get da *** 'round me

This lil' piggy ran home and that lil' piggy ran home
And this lil' piggy ran home and that lil' piggy ran home

[Trillville talking]

[Chorus]
You can get crunk in the club
Roll wit your hood
Get stomped in the club
Or you could get buck in the club
Get fucked up in the club
Nigga we don't give a fuck
But you don't want no problem (Problem)
But you don't want no problem (Problem)
But you don't want no problem with me
Cuz BME we be 50 deep

You don't wanna be dead in the streets
Mouth full of blood and soaked from the heat (Ooo)
Why you tryna act hard as hell
And you know damn well you don't wanna feel the shell
Nigga I been down by a lot
Gun to my head, pressed dead to the wall
I got big balls and bullets like baseballs
Split ya dome, put you straight, knock out all ya'll
Hell no them boys don't play
Straight nuts to ya face
Put your pistol away
And don't weed to my head
I pray for the folks in the club gettin scared
Got a problem with that

[Chorus]

Hold em back, hold em back
Man fuck that nigga
Fuck that hold em back
Gotta push that nigga
Hold em back, hold em back
Push that nigga
Fuck that hold em back

Hey shawty it's on
Goddamnit it's on
Keep poppin in my face and get popped in the dome
Learn to rush mothafuckas
It's gonna hurt
If a nigga fall
That's when shit gets worse
The problem with you niggas is
You just talk too much
Man swang on a nigga and fuck his ass up
And you can walk on by with your nuts in a tub
I'll be your obliged if you really won't get crunk
In the A we don't play them games
We just stack and slang and load up them things
Gettin buck if you wanna and catch a bow
Keep your pretty ass gull, beat your ass, and take your hoe

[Chorus]

[Trillville talking]

[Trillville talking]

[Chorus]
You can get crunk in the club
Roll wit your hood
Get stomped in the club
Or you could get buck in the club
Get fucked up in the club
Nigga we don't give a fuck
But you don't want no problem (Problem)
But you don't want no problem (Problem)
But you don't want no problem with me
Cuz BME we be 50 deep

You don't wanna be dead in the streets
Mouth full of blood and soaked from the heat (Ooo)
Why you tryna act hard as hell
And you know damn well you don't wanna feel the shell
Nigga I been down by a lot
Gun to my head, pressed dead to the wall
I got big balls and bullets like baseballs
Split ya dome, put you straight, knock out all ya'll
Hell no them boys don't play
Straight nuts to ya face
Put your pistol away
And don't weed to my head
I pray for the folks in the club gettin scared
Got a problem with that

[Chorus]

Hold em back, hold em back
Man fuck that nigga
Fuck that hold em back
Gotta push that nigga
Hold em back, hold em back
Push that nigga
Fuck that hold em back

Hey shawty it's on
Goddamnit it's on
Keep poppin in my face and get popped in the dome
Learn to rush mothafuckas
It's gonna hurt
If a nigga fall
That's when shit gets worse
The problem with you niggas is
You just talk too much
Man swang on a nigga and fuck his ass up
And you can walk on by with your nuts in a tub
I'll be your obliged if you really won't get crunk
In the A we don't play them games
We just stack and slang and load up them things
Gettin buck if you wanna and catch a bow
Keep your pretty ass gull, beat your ass, and take your hoe

[Chorus]

[Trillville talking]

[Intro: Trillville (Lil Jon)]
(What, ugh)
Get on my level ho (What!)
Get on my level ho (You can't!)
Get on my level ho (You can't!)
Get on my level ho (What!)
Get on my level ho (It's Trillville ho!)
Get on my level ho (Lil' Scrappy ho!)
Get on my level ho (It's BME ho!)
Get on my level ho (Let's gooo!)

["Get on my level ho" repeated in background throughout song]

[Hook x2: Trillville (Lil Jon)]
Bitch nigga you can neva eva, eva eva
Eva eva, eva eva eva eva
Get on my level ho (What!)
Get on my level ho (What!)
Get on my level ho (What!)
Get on my level ho (What!)

[Dirty Mouth]
Get the fuck back, get the fuck up out my way
I ain't playin' nann day
Pussy nigga whatcha say
Meet me anywhere, I don't care it don't matter to me
Cause if ya fuckin' step, I'ma step in yo vicinity
What, you think I'm a ho nigga please you ain't on my level
Get some rank bitch while I'm diggin' ya grave with a shovel
Time after time I ask myself is it really clever
For you to get with me, bitch nigga you can neva eva
You ain't on my level, I'm pushin Chevrolet pedal
If you niggas fuck with me I got that chrome, heavy metal
Never settle for less but always strive for the best
Most these niggas playin chief'll put ya straight to the test

[Hook x2]

[Don Peezy]
My Benz, looka at my 'Ac
Look at my Navi' and my 'Lac
Get on my level, hell nah neva that
I knew you wasn't real cause all ya do is chit-chat
Always slizzle makin' sho' I stay gone
Call us some broad to the Geor-Georgia Dome
Tryin' to get with me is like naps through a comb
They call me Don P AKA Corlio
Up in the club with my Cartier's on
Don't know if I'm high, drunk, or gettin' my roll on
He on the cell "Can ya hear me" hell nah
Get on my level, that's what I'm tryin' to tell y'all
For real

[Hook x2]

[LA]
LA off in this thang, get up on my level ho
Bitch nigga you can neva eva, eva eva hang
Bitch nigga step the fuck back and if ya think I'm jokin'
Aks them niggas that tried to play us, see em' lyin' off in that coffin
Trillville, ATL swangin' swangin' throwin' bows
Got some niggas that be hatin' bustin' slugs at my foes
If ya thinkin' you can fuck with a nigga like me
Nah nigga get rich, Trillville and BME
What the fuck you talkin' about "What you deep" nigga what!
If a hater wanna hate then a hater gettin' bust
We ain't hard to find nigga so why ya steadily talkin' shit
I'm fixin' to sick my dogs ho
Pussy nigga, get big nigga ho

[Lil' Scrappy]
Get crunk out ya brains when I spit this verse
I'm a blood suckin' vampire, my venom is worse
Head bustas deal with dangerous thirsts
Shatter ya bones in ya chest and make ya motherfuckin' heart burst
Don't worry now, prince of the South on the map
Knock yo thoughts out and leave yo brains on ya lap
Don't touch my Kango shorty, what's wrong with you
I might cock my fist back and knock yo grill through

[Hook x2]

[Lil Jon x8]
Run around the motherfuckin' club

Get on my level ho (What!)
Get on my level ho (You can't!)
Get on my level ho (You can't!)
Get on my level ho (What!)
Get on my level ho (It's Trillville ho!)
Get on my level ho (Lil' Scrappy ho!)
Get on my level ho (It's BME ho!)
Get on my level ho (Let's gooo!)

["Get on my level ho" repeated in background throughout song]

[Hook x2: Trillville (Lil Jon)]
Bitch nigga you can neva eva, eva eva
Eva eva, eva eva eva eva
Get on my level ho (What!)
Get on my level ho (What!)
Get on my level ho (What!)
Get on my level ho (What!)

[Dirty Mouth]
Get the fuck back, get the fuck back already
I ain't playin' nann day
Prove a nigga whatcha say
Meet me anywhere, I don't care it don't matter to me
Cause if ya fuckin' step, I'ma step in yo vicinity
What, you think I'm a ho nigga please you ain't on my level
Get some rank bitch while I'm diggin' ya grave with a shovel
Time after time I ask myself is it really clever
For you to get with me, bitch nigga you can neva eva
Rank on my level, I'm pushin Chevrolet pedal
If you niggas fuck with me I got that chrome, heavy metal
Never settle for less but always strive for the best
Most these niggas playin chief'll put ya straight to the test

[Hook x2]

[Don Peezy]
My Benz, looka at my 'Ac
Look at my Navi' and my 'Lac
Get on my level, hell nah neva that
I knew you wasn't real cause all ya do is chit-chat
Always slizzle makin' sho' I stay gone
Call us some broad to the Geor-Georgia Dome
Tryin' to get with me is like naps through a comb
They call me Don P AKA Corlio
Up in the club with my Cartier's on

What, What
Get on my level ho (What)
Get on my level ho (You Can't)
Get on my level ho (You Can't)
Get on my level ho (It's Trillville ho)
Get on my level ho (It's Trillville ho)
Get on my level ho (It's BME Ho)
Get on my level ho (Let's Go!!!)

[Chorus]

Bitch nigga you could neva eva,eva eva, eva eva, eva eva eva eva
Get on my level ho,
Get on my level ho,
Get on my level ho,
Get on my level ho, [x2]

[Dirty Mouth:]
Just like i said get tha fuck back, get up on my level
Chack, bread, and chips is all i stack, roll a seven bring it back
Neva crapped out cause my pimpin is too slick for that
But if you thank im jokin then i guess thats yo ass jack
Beat em' down, stomp em' out, you know what im talkin bout
Dirty mouth off in this bitch, Trillville we represent
Any city,any hood, any state its all good
Wish you links to get up on my level but you never could
In tha club, throwin bo's, niggaz scrillin wit they throat
Mean muggin' hard cuz they crunk off of Rainbow
BME is tha clique,North,South,East and West
Get up on my level cause my clique is tha fuckin best

[Twista:]
Nigga, I got too many stars, too many stripes,too many focus, and too many pipes,
get up in tha club I'ma kill em' in a fight,
hit em' in tha mouth with a left and a right
fuck yo boyz, fuck yo law,
keep lookin at me I'ma him em' im tha jaw
Mac 11, Stoli Caliburs and SK's in tha trunk fo tha hataz if you really wanna brawl
See yo bitch, smack a bitch up tha thang, now me got to click
Bust yo dome in tha back of it, then I ride to the black cadillac and split
If you dont really wanna get tha picture, then i gotta hit you wit real steel
Let it rid

(Lil Scrappy)
Okay-kay-kay-kayyy, G's up, Lil Scrappy
I got money
BME (BME), money in the bank, G-Unit!

(Chorus - 4X)
I got money in the bank (yea)
shawty what you drank

(Lil Scrappy)
I'ma get that, dough and f**k with dem, hoes
Young ladied that know me know Scrappy's a, pro
Fill up at the, bar go get a mas-sage
Find me a couple we can make it a, me-nage
You be tryin, hard but nigga don't, start
You be doin shit is gon' get you to the, morgue
I go get that, paper a mega f**kin watch
I be pullin out knots, that can buy me a, yacht
Hold on baby, please, go get on yo', knees
If you don't do it for me then do it for the, cheese (yea)
I got extra weed (yea) money long like sleeves (yea)
If a nigga try to creep, I got extra heat
Got a bank account (cha-ching) with a large amount
If a nigga wanna talk, nigga we can let it bounce (bounce)
Take it outside, nigga f**k fallin back
Killers run up in the club, ballin with a bigger stack

(Chorus - 2X)

(Young Buck)
Two step with me, let me show you how it goes


The Murcielago, lemme show you how it rolls
I got a Bentley that I only drove one time
50 bought it for me shorty but it's still mine
My Chevy clean and the paint look like lemon-lime
You wanna shine, it ain't hard, just get on your grind
We keep a bankroll, wallet full of credit cards
Cup full of Cristal, box full of cigars
Dirty South tatted on my back, I'm country
She said she like the way I talk, these hoes love me
Club goin crazy, we throwin out stacks
G-Unit South yeah, tell the DJ bring it back
See I'm A-Town stompin in a A-Town hat
But I'm reppin Tennessee, like my homey Project Pat
It ain't 'bout where you from homeboy it's where you at
Scrappy beat me on the dice, yeah it's cool I'll be back
Cause I got

(Chorus - 2X)

(Lil Scrappy)
50, got me, Lil Jon, got me
I got a big-ass squad, how you gon' stop me
Y'all niggaz, watch me, rise to the, top
My shit gon', sell, yo' shit gon', flop
Lil Jon, got me, 50, got me
I got a big-ass family, how you gon' stop me
Y'all niggaz, watch me, rise to the, top
My shit gon', sell, yo' shit gon', flop

(Chorus - 2X)

<i>[Intro:]</i>
Dear lord,
Hope you can look, deep into my heart,
N no dat I mean gud, n can forgive me for all my sins

G's up
It's a g thang
Yo' moda fuckas no me mayne
G's up
It's a g thang
(eeeaaayyyy) B.M.E

<i>[Chorus:]</i>
Lord hav mercy on me,
Herd a nigga say des a heaven for a g
If dey is please save a spot fo me
I dun wan ta burn

I hit a nigga up befo a nigga hit me
Ridin around wit my strap on me
Just Incase a nigga wanna fucking clap me
I dun wanna burn
No, no

<i>[Verse 1:]</i>
Dear lord, dis a letter to you
A young nigga hurt n I dun no wat to do
I try to live life rite but des cowas be hatin
It's like everywer I go I run in-to satan
Im on dis earth, with a blessin an a curse
Just tinkin how we live
Da ridin hurts
Even do yu no' me,
Ever since I was birth
I'm innocent till you judge me and den cum fis
N I aint tryn ta burn lord cuz das da worse
Forgive me fo backsliding on the rock fo da thirst
I knew it was wrong got ta snatchn da perse
But it was cold outside culdnt afford a shirt
Yeh I wan-na go to church
But I can't be faithful
I'm always doin shows but you no' dat I'm grateful
I turn weak fo da fruit cuz it be tasteful
I dun-no how in da world I can ever repay you

<i>[Chorus:]</i>
Lord hav mercy on me,
Herd a nigga say des a heaven for a g
If dey is please save a spot fo me
I dun wan ta burn

I hit a nigga up befo a nigga hit me
Ridin around wit my strap on me
Just Incase a nigga wanna fucking clap me
I dun wanna burn
No, no

<i>[Verse 2:]</i>
Eeeeyyyy Chris can you sit yo lil ass down my nigga
Dammm, I caint even rite ta god, ssshhhit
Dear lord I tank yu for lukin out fo my fam
Even my lil broda who dun give a dam
You see my lil sista dun got preg yet
N my moma actin crazy n aint change-in
N I pray, that you keep my pops preachin
Cuz if he aint around deres nobody teachin
N please keep my baby-mom-a from bitchin
Excuse my language lord but is always friction
I wana thank you for blessin me wit my lil girl
But please give me the powa to fite da whole world
Cuz I swear on u dat if dey touch my kid
I'ma be sittin down writin to you again, (I swear)

<i>[Chorus:]</i>
Lord hav mercy on me,
Herd a nigga say des a heaven for a g
If dey is please save a spot fo me
I dun wan ta burn

I hit a nigga up befo a nigga hit me
Ridin around wit my strap on me
Just Incase a nigga wanna fucking clap me
I dun wanna burn
No, no

<i>[Intro:]</i>
Dear lord,
Hope you can look, deep into my heart,
N no dat I mean gud, n can forgive me for all my sins

G's up
It's a g thang
Yo' moda fuckas no me mayne
G's up
It's a g thang
(eeeaaayyyy) B.M.E

<i>[Chorus:]</i>
Lord hav mercy on me,
Herd a nigga say des a heaven for a g
If dey is please save a spot fo me
I dun wan ta burn

I hit a nigga up befo a nigga hit me
Ridin around wit my strap on me
Just Incase a nigga wanna fucking clap me
I dun wanna burn
No, no

<i>[Verse 1:]</i>
Dear lord, dis a letter to you
A young nigga hurt n I dun no wat to do
I try to live life rite but des cowas be hatin
It's like everywer I go I run in-to satan
Im on dis earth, with a blessin an a curse
Just tinkin how we live
Da ridin hurts
Even do yu no' me,
Ever since I was birth
I'm innocent till you judge me and den cum fis
N I aint tryn ta burn lord cuz das da worse
Forgive me fo backsliding on the rock fo da thirst
I knew it was wrong got ta snatchn da perse
But it was cold outside culdnt afford a shirt
Yeh I wan-na go to church
But I can't be faithful
I'm always doin shows but you no' dat I'm grateful
I turn weak fo da fruit cuz it be tasteful
I dun-no how in da world I can ever repay you

<i>[Chorus:]</i>
Lord hav mercy on me,
Herd a nigga say des a heaven for a g
If dey is please save a spot fo me
I dun wan ta burn

I hit a nigga up befo a nigga hit me
Ridin around wit my strap on me
Just Incase a nigga wanna fucking clap me
I dun wanna burn
No, no

<i>[Verse 2:]</i>
Eeeeyyyy Chris can you sit yo lil ass down my nigga
Dammm, I caint even rite ta god, ssshhhit
Dear lord I tank yu for lukin out fo my fam
Even my lil broda who dun give a dam
You see my lil sista dun got preg yet
N my moma actin crazy n aint change-in
N I pray, that you keep my pops preachin
Cuz if he aint around deres nobody teachin
N please keep my baby-mom-a from bitchin
Excuse my language lord but is always friction
I wana thank you for blessin me wit my lil girl
But please give me the powa to fite da whole world
Cuz I swear on u dat if dey touch my kid
I'ma be sittin down writin to you again, (I swear)

<i>[Chorus:]</i>
Lord hav mercy on me,
Herd a nigga say des a heaven for a g
If dey is please save a spot fo me
I dun wan ta burn

I hit a nigga up befo a nigga hit me
Ridin around wit my strap on me
Just Incase a nigga wanna fucking clap me
I dun wanna burn
No, no

<i>[Intro:]</i>
Dear lord,
Hope you can look, deep into my heart,
N no dat I mean gud, n can forgive me for all my sins

G's up
It's a g thang
Yo' moda fuckas no me mayne
G's up
It's a g thang
(eeeaaayyyy) B.M.E

<i>[Chorus:]</i>
Lord hav mercy on me,
Herd a nigga say des a heaven for a g
If dey is please save a spot fo me
I dun wan ta burn

I hit a nigga up befo a nigga hit me
Ridin around wit my strap on me
Just Incase a nigga wanna fucking clap me
I dun wanna burn
No, no

<i>[Verse 1:]</i>
Dear lord, dis a letter to you
A young nigga hurt n I dun no wat to do
I try to live life rite but des cowas be hatin
It's like everywer I go I run in-to satan
Im on dis earth, with a blessin an a curse
Just tinkin how we live
Da ridin hurts
Even do yu no' me,
Ever since I was birth
I'm innocent till you judge me and den cum fis
N I aint tryn ta burn lord cuz das da worse
Forgive me fo backsliding on the rock fo da thirst
I knew it was wrong got ta snatchn da perse
But it was cold outside culdnt afford a shirt
Yeh I wan-na go to church
But I can't be faithful
I'm always doin shows but you no' dat I'm grateful
I turn weak fo da fruit cuz it be tasteful
I dun-no how in da world I can ever repay you

<i>[Chorus:]</i>
Lord hav mercy on me,
Herd a nigga say des a heaven for a g
If dey is please save a spot fo me
I dun wan ta burn

I hit a nigga up befo a nigga hit me
Ridin around wit my strap on me
Just Incase a nigga wanna fucking clap me
I dun wanna burn
No, no

<i>[Verse 2:]</i>
Eeeeyyyy Chris can you sit yo lil ass down my nigga
Dammm, I caint even rite ta god, ssshhhit
Dear lord I tank yu for lukin out fo my fam
Even my lil broda who dun give a dam
You see my lil sista dun got preg yet
N my moma actin crazy n aint change-in
N I pray, that you keep my pops preachin
Cuz if he aint around deres nobody teachin
N please keep my baby-mom-a from bitchin
Excuse my language lord but is always friction
I wana thank you for blessin me wit my lil girl
But please give me the powa to fite da whole world
Cuz I swear on u dat if dey touch my kid
I'ma be sittin down writin to you again, (I swear)

<i>[Chorus:]</i>
Lord hav mercy on me,
Herd a nigga say des a heaven for a g
If dey is please save a spot fo me
I dun wan ta burn

I hit a nigga up befo a nigga hit me
Ridin around wit my strap on me
Just Incase a nigga wanna fucking clap me
I dun wanna burn
No, no

<i>[Chorus - 2Pac w/ Lil Scrappy ad-libs]</i>
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects
Broke, with no lights on (And I was)
Livin' in the projects (Uh-huh)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects
Broke, with no lights on (And you was)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Broke, with no lights on (And we was)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Here we go)
Broke, with no lights on

<i>[Verse 1]</i>
Growin' up on Section A, momma in the otha room cryin'
Cuz she got bills to pay, and it ain't no chores to play
Only thang outside is a sand box and a gate to hate
And the show ain't gon' show money, soul of a show money
Only thang around town, Brooklyn is dat dope money (Livin' in the projects)
Dem boys on the corna, and they pockets gittin' stronga
Momma did it fo' the hunger
We sold about a hundred, err'body still runnin'
And we sittin' on the block
Cuz the dope feigns rollin'
Videos, I ain't trynna be no rap
I ain't trynna be no act
I'm tryin' to make a stack up (Livin' in the projects)
I ain't gotta call practice
So if I'm on the streets, then come greet or tear my back up (Livin' in the projects)
Tha police betta call back up
Cuz if I can't feed my daughter - I'ma come and rob ya (And I was...)

<i>[Chorus - 2Pac w/ Lil Scrappy ad-libs]</i>
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects
Broke, with no lights on (And I was)
Livin' in the projects (Uh-huh)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (What's goin' on)
Broke, with no lights on (And you was)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Broke, with no lights on (And we was)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Yea)
Broke, with no lights on

<i>[Verse 2]</i>
Rememba when the food stamps used to look like dollas
I ain't have no clothes so the ho's wouldn't holla
Git outta here would all a nigga wann'
When I hit 'em lights all the roaches hit the flo' (Damn)
Momma had got in to a accident
It's fucked up, mayn she can't even pay the rent
And the heat and light been out eva since
So you know when a nigga gone, it git cold in the bitch
You know what I'ma do? - I'ma go git rich
Put on my ski mask and go hit me a liq
It's all you could do when you young and from Tha Bricks
I'm from the hood, lil' shawty, I'ma represent (And I was...)

<i>[Chorus - 2Pac w/ Lil Scrappy ad-libs]</i>
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects
Broke, with no lights on (And I was)
Livin' in the projects (Uh-huh)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (What's goin' on)
Broke, with no lights on (And you was)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Broke, with no lights on (And we was)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Yea)
Broke, with no lights on

<i>[Verse 3]</i>
Now it was neva eva 'posed to be like this
My teacha told me I wadn't gon' be shiit
A surely young nigga when his dad got rich
A-Town ho' you can suck my dick
Now you made it outta Tha Projects
A young nigga gittin' cash
Gotta keep dat steady flow runnin' while the time pass
Can't let 'em git you down, move in or move out
Gotta git dat money shawty, dat whudd I'm talkin' bout
When time git hard betta pray to God
Don't stretch the dope game on the boulevard
No (No), my daughter neva will
And if I have to kill, she gonna git anutha meal
Shiit, play the hand I was dealed
And if a man stepped to me i got a right to grab the steal
Chyea, I'm on top and I still rememb-a
Those cold ass days in Decemba, and I was...

<i>[Chorus - 2Pac w/ Lil Scrappy ad-libs]</i>
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects
Broke, with no lights on (And I was)
Livin' in the projects (Uh-huh)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (What's goin' on)
Broke, with no lights on (And you was)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Broke, with no lights on (And we was)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Yea)
Broke, with no lights on

<i>[Chorus - 2Pac w/ Lil Scrappy ad-libs]</i>
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects
Broke, with no lights on (And I was)
Livin' in the projects (Uh-huh)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects
Broke, with no lights on (And you was)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Broke, with no lights on (And we was)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Here we go)
Broke, with no lights on

<i>[Verse 1]</i>
Growin' up on Section A, momma in the otha room cryin'
Cuz she got bills to pay, and it ain't no chores to play
Only thang outside is a sand box and a gate to hate
And the show ain't gon' show money, soul of a show money
Only thang around town, Brooklyn is dat dope money (Livin' in the projects)
Dem boys on the corna, and they pockets gittin' stronga
Momma did it fo' the hunger
We sold about a hundred, err'body still runnin'
And we sittin' on the block
Cuz the dope feigns rollin'
Videos, I ain't trynna be no rap
I ain't trynna be no act
I'm tryin' to make a stack up (Livin' in the projects)
I ain't gotta call practice
So if I'm on the streets, then come greet or tear my back up (Livin' in the projects)
Tha police betta call back up
Cuz if I can't feed my daughter - I'ma come and rob ya (And I was...)

<i>[Chorus - 2Pac w/ Lil Scrappy ad-libs]</i>
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects
Broke, with no lights on (And I was)
Livin' in the projects (Uh-huh)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (What's goin' on)
Broke, with no lights on (And you was)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Broke, with no lights on (And we was)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Yea)
Broke, with no lights on

<i>[Verse 2]</i>
Rememba when the food stamps used to look like dollas
I ain't have no clothes so the ho's wouldn't holla
Git outta here would all a nigga wann'
When I hit 'em lights all the roaches hit the flo' (Damn)
Momma had got in to a accident
It's fucked up, mayn she can't even pay the rent
And the heat and light been out eva since
So you know when a nigga gone, it git cold in the bitch
You know what I'ma do? - I'ma go git rich
Put on my ski mask and go hit me a liq
It's all you could do when you young and from Tha Bricks
I'm from the hood, lil' shawty, I'ma represent (And I was...)

<i>[Chorus - 2Pac w/ Lil Scrappy ad-libs]</i>
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects
Broke, with no lights on (And I was)
Livin' in the projects (Uh-huh)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (What's goin' on)
Broke, with no lights on (And you was)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Broke, with no lights on (And we was)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Yea)
Broke, with no lights on

<i>[Verse 3]</i>
Now it was neva eva 'posed to be like this
My teacha told me I wadn't gon' be shiit
A surely young nigga when his dad got rich
A-Town ho' you can suck my dick
Now you made it outta Tha Projects
A young nigga gittin' cash
Gotta keep dat steady flow runnin' while the time pass
Can't let 'em git you down, move in or move out
Gotta git dat money shawty, dat whudd I'm talkin' bout
When time git hard betta pray to God
Don't stretch the dope game on the boulevard
No (No), my daughter neva will
And if I have to kill, she gonna git anutha meal
Shiit, play the hand I was dealed
And if a man stepped to me i got a right to grab the steal
Chyea, I'm on top and I still rememb-a
Those cold ass days in Decemba, and I was...

<i>[Chorus - 2Pac w/ Lil Scrappy ad-libs]</i>
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects
Broke, with no lights on (And I was)
Livin' in the projects (Uh-huh)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (What's goin' on)
Broke, with no lights on (And you was)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Broke, with no lights on (And we was)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Yea)
Broke, with no lights on

<i>[Intro]</i>
Aye.. (Like me), C'mon
G's up, git cha cheeze up (Aye)
You know whudd it is mayn', Uhh (G's up, git cha cheeze up, Aye)
It's ya boy, Lil' Scrap (Y'all niggaz wanna be like me, like me)
Don't no body really know my struggle (Y'all niggaz wanna be like me)
But they wanna be, where I'm at (Y'all niggaz wanna be like me)
Well go through the pain nigga, cause (Y'all niggaz wanna be like me)
Only the Good Lord know (Yup!)

<i>[Chorus]</i>
I think they wanna ride like me, like me
Have a bitch on the passenga side like me, like me
Yea, I think they wanna shine like me, like me
On TV with the fame like me, like me
Yea, they wanna wear a chain like me, like me
I think they Wanna be trained like me, like me (Yea!)
Yea they wanna have the game like me, like me (Come on!)
But don't wanna go through pain like me, like me (Lemme explain somethin' to y'all mayn')

<i>[Verse 1]</i>
I know you see me shinin'
With the yellow diamond
Don't be thinkin' dat ya boy ain't been grindin'
I was with my momma
And there was alot of drama
We sold crack from the winta all through the summa
Yea, we went through pain
We was stackin' change
Payin' the cost to live in the street, mayn'
Sold cocaine, just a lil' powda
Sellin' weed trynna make a coupla extra dollas
Tha shit I been through, a nigga should've been a schollar
All nite trynna sleep hearin' pistols holla (Damn!!)
Now when ___ died
You know a nigga cried
Not havin' him around
You know it hurt inside
Gotta have shelta ova my lil' sista
Momma wonderin' round cause she a drug deala
I gotta give it to her cause she a real nigga
I'll kill any muthafucka doin' somethin' to her (Yup!!)

<i>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[Verse 2]</i>
Uhh.. Look
They wanna be on stage, (Riiight)
They wanna get paid (Owh)
But they don't know the hurt (Hurt!)
And they can't feel my pain (owhh!!)
On stage gettin' hit with a bottle
Knocked out, not even know if I'ma rap tommorow (Aye!)
In the hospital, straight bruised up
Got a cut from my lip and my thumbs up (Damn!)
It's kind of fucked up (Yea)
Cuz I was showin' love (Love)
I was givin' hugs (Hugs)
Chillin' with the thugs (Thugs)
All I'm trynna do is show love to err'body
God let me alive so I can tell about it (Amen)
See I don't scream and shout it, but I go to Church
What ya know about puttin' in dat ___ work
They throwin' up signs and they dyin' for it (I'm Crip and a Blood)
Niggaz takin' lives goin' jail, payin' fo' it
Ain't nothin' left afta Death but Heaven itself
And if ya go to jail ya seed will have no help

<i>[Chorus till end]</i>

<i>[Intro]</i>
Aye.. (Like me), C'mon
G's up, git cha cheeze up (Aye)
You know whudd it is mayn', Uhh (G's up, git cha cheeze up, Aye)
It's ya boy, Lil' Scrap (Y'all niggaz wanna be like me, like me)
Don't no body really know my struggle (Y'all niggaz wanna be like me)
But they wanna be, where I'm at (Y'all niggaz wanna be like me)
Well go through the pain nigga, cause (Y'all niggaz wanna be like me)
Only the Good Lord know (Yup!)

<i>[Chorus]</i>
I think they wanna ride like me, like me
Have a bitch on the passenga side like me, like me
Yea, I think they wanna shine like me, like me
On TV with the fame like me, like me
Yea, they wanna wear a chain like me, like me
I think they Wanna be trained like me, like me (Yea!)
Yea they wanna have the game like me, like me (Come on!)
But don't wanna go through pain like me, like me (Lemme explain somethin' to y'all mayn')

<i>[Verse 1]</i>
I know you see me shinin'
With the yellow diamond
Don't be thinkin' dat ya boy ain't been grindin'
I was with my momma
And there was alot of drama
We sold crack from the winta all through the summa
Yea, we went through pain
We was stackin' change
Payin' the cost to live in the street, mayn'
Sold cocaine, just a lil' powda
Sellin' weed trynna make a coupla extra dollas
Tha shit I been through, a nigga should've been a schollar
All nite trynna sleep hearin' pistols holla (Damn!!)
Now when ___ died
You know a nigga cried
Not havin' him around
You know it hurt inside
Gotta have shelta ova my lil' sista
Momma wonderin' round cause she a drug deala
I gotta give it to her cause she a real nigga
I'll kill any muthafucka doin' somethin' to her (Yup!!)

<i>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[Verse 2]</i>
Uhh.. Look
They wanna be on stage, (Riiight)
They wanna get paid (Owh)
But they don't know the hurt (Hurt!)
And they can't feel my pain (owhh!!)
On stage gettin' hit with a bottle
Knocked out, not even know if I'ma rap tommorow (Aye!)
In the hospital, straight bruised up
Got a cut from my lip and my thumbs up (Damn!)
It's kind of fucked up (Yea)
Cuz I was showin' love (Love)
I was givin' hugs (Hugs)
Chillin' with the thugs (Thugs)
All I'm trynna do is show love to err'body
God let me alive so I can tell about it (Amen)
See I don't scream and shout it, but I go to Church
What ya know about puttin' in dat ___ work
They throwin' up signs and they dyin' for it (I'm Crip and a Blood)
Niggaz takin' lives goin' jail, payin' fo' it
Ain't nothin' left afta Death but Heaven itself
And if ya go to jail ya seed will have no help

<i>[Chorus till end]</i>

<i>[Intro]</i>
Aye.. (Like me), C'mon
G's up, git cha cheeze up (Aye)
You know whudd it is mayn', Uhh (G's up, git cha cheeze up, Aye)
It's ya boy, Lil' Scrap (Y'all niggaz wanna be like me, like me)
Don't no body really know my struggle (Y'all niggaz wanna be like me)
But they wanna be, where I'm at (Y'all niggaz wanna be like me)
Well go through the pain nigga, cause (Y'all niggaz wanna be like me)
Only the Good Lord know (Yup!)

<i>[Chorus]</i>
I think they wanna ride like me, like me
Have a bitch on the passenga side like me, like me
Yea, I think they wanna shine like me, like me
On TV with the fame like me, like me
Yea, they wanna wear a chain like me, like me
I think they Wanna be trained like me, like me (Yea!)
Yea they wanna have the game like me, like me (Come on!)
But don't wanna go through pain like me, like me (Lemme explain somethin' to y'all mayn')

<i>[Verse 1]</i>
I know you see me shinin'
With the yellow diamond
Don't be thinkin' dat ya boy ain't been grindin'
I was with my momma
And there was alot of drama
We sold crack from the winta all through the summa
Yea, we went through pain
We was stackin' change
Payin' the cost to live in the street, mayn'
Sold cocaine, just a lil' powda
Sellin' weed trynna make a coupla extra dollas
Tha shit I been through, a nigga should've been a schollar
All nite trynna sleep hearin' pistols holla (Damn!!)
Now when ___ died
You know a nigga cried
Not havin' him around
You know it hurt inside
Gotta have shelta ova my lil' sista
Momma wonderin' round cause she a drug deala
I gotta give it to her cause she a real nigga
I'll kill any muthafucka doin' somethin' to her (Yup!!)

<i>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[Verse 2]</i>
Uhh.. Look
They wanna be on stage, (Riiight)
They wanna get paid (Owh)
But they don't know the hurt (Hurt!)
And they can't feel my pain (owhh!!)
On stage gettin' hit with a bottle
Knocked out, not even know if I'ma rap tommorow (Aye!)
In the hospital, straight bruised up
Got a cut from my lip and my thumbs up (Damn!)
It's kind of fucked up (Yea)
Cuz I was showin' love (Love)
I was givin' hugs (Hugs)
Chillin' with the thugs (Thugs)
All I'm trynna do is show love to err'body
God let me alive so I can tell about it (Amen)
See I don't scream and shout it, but I go to Church
What ya know about puttin' in dat ___ work
They throwin' up signs and they dyin' for it (I'm Crip and a Blood)
Niggaz takin' lives goin' jail, payin' fo' it
Ain't nothin' left afta Death but Heaven itself
And if ya go to jail ya seed will have no help

<i>[Chorus till end]</i>

(I'm back) Hotter than a nigga in hell
(I'm back) I know you sick so I'm wishin' you well
(I'm back) Run, hide and tuck in your tail
(I'm back) Soon as I hit the crowd gone yell

(I'm back) Hotter than a nigga in hell
(I'm back) I know you sick so I'm wishin' you well
(I'm back) Run, hide and tuck in your tail
(I'm back) As soon as I touch it the crowd gone yell
(Well I'm back)

Click-clack the prince is back
Even though I been here I still owe yall that
Nigga been low keep but I'm off the rap
Had to get some new bullets and some even bigger guns

(I'm back) Hotter than a nigga in hell
(I'm back) I know you sick so I'm wishin' you well
(I'm back) Run, hide and tuck in your tail
(I'm back) Soon as I hit the crowd gone yell

(I'm back) Hotter than a nigga in hell
(I'm back) I know you sick so I'm wishin' you well
(I'm back) Run, hide and tuck in your tail
(I'm back) As soon as I touch it the crowd gone yell
(Well I'm back)

Click-clack the prince is back
Even though I been here I still owe yall that
Nigga been low keep but I'm off the rap
Had to get some new bullets and some even bigger guns

(I'm back) Hotter than a nigga in hell
(I'm back) I know you sick so I'm wishin' you well
(I'm back) Run, hide and tuck in your tail
(I'm back) Soon as I hit the crowd gone yell

(I'm back) Hotter than a nigga in hell
(I'm back) I know you sick so I'm wishin' you well
(I'm back) Run, hide and tuck in your tail
(I'm back) As soon as I touch it the crowd gone yell
(Well I'm back)

Click-clack the prince is back
Even though I been here I still owe yall that
Nigga been low keep but I'm off the rap
Had to get some new bullets and some even bigger guns

[LIL JON] - let's rise ! for the international headbussaz-
Wassup LIL SCRAPPY LIL SCRAPPY Lil Scrappy BME CLICK
(who are you?) I'm Lil Jon, OKAY !!!

BOOM

We some headbussaz, we some head bussaz, we'll knock a hata out, we some headbussaz
We some headbussaz, we some head bussaz, we'll knock a hata out, we some headbussaz

I'm made up my mind that I'ma strike (background - wha wha ...)and I'm ready to fight
Checkin out my steel killin every punk nigga in site
We expite, I knew you bitches didn't wanna brawl (uh what you say?)
Bitch I'll swang on all of y'all
I'm the beast from the east, wit da fangs on my teeth
I'll murder all of y'all bitches in da middle of da street
And I don't give a fuck if you don't like me
Straight knock yo ass out in to captivity
Down south, I'll ride, shoot and kill homicide
It be nothin shawty till the day that I die
We strive, on tearin heads up !
And everywhere we go we gon tear dat bitch up
We don't give a fuck about havin no click
The A got my back and ain't takin no shit
Excuse me shawty, get the fuck out my face
Befo' we get mad and shoot up the whole place

We some headbussaz, we some head bussaz, we'll knock a hata out, we some headbussaz
We some headbussaz, we some head bussaz, we'll knock a hata out, we some headbussaz

I speak my mind, cuz bitin my tongue hurt
Murder yo ass and lyrics and put ya face on a shirt
I'm a mothafuckin rida, cuz I thought y'all knew
And I reppin nothin even it's twenty of you
I think it's plenty of you that really want da shawty dead
Watch what ya said lil shawty, I'm makin bread
Fuck all y'all born hataz wit hatred blood to match
A long way but plus I roll wit G's and Gat'z
And shawty matter of fact these trill g's and dub's
We ain't talkin behind yo back and we ain't scared to bust
I'm by myself, but bein alone makes you strong
I stepped out the porch young, so shawty I been grown

We some headbussaz, we some head bussaz, we'll knock a hata out, we some headbussaz
We some headbussaz, we some head bussaz, we'll knock a hata out, we some headbussaz

ATL off da chain down here
Ya come wit dat gat and no action, you gon disappear
You walk in da club, it's tight like brass knuckles
Straight info on hata like be chumpin off turned brothas
Beatin in ya door with dat clip on da tech
Beatin down ya block in that 89' Chevy
Tellin stupid bros we throwin bows that we ready
Screamin "swang shawty" to da boys dat can't stand me
Yeah shawty - I'ma ATL slugga
Knockin out heads on you pussy mothafuckaz
Shawty be sayin "scrap you cool boy"
But I known in my heart dat I'ma headbussa boy !

We some headbussaz, we some head bussaz, we'll knock a hata out, we some headbussaz
We some headbussaz, we some head bussaz, we'll knock a hata out, we some headbussaz

HJK&TG

[LIL JON] - let's rise ! for the international headbussaz-
Wassup LIL SCRAPPY LIL SCRAPPY Lil Scrappy BME CLICK
(who are you?) I'm Lil Jon, OKAY !!!

BOOM

We some headbussaz, we some head bussaz, we'll knock a hata out, we some headbussaz
We some headbussaz, we some head bussaz, we'll knock a hata out, we some headbussaz

I'm made up my mind that I'ma strike (background - wha wha ...)and I'm ready to fight
Checkin out my steel killin every punk nigga in site
We expite, I knew you bitches didn't wanna brawl (uh what you say?)
Bitch I'll swang on all of y'all
I'm the beast from the east, wit da fangs on my teeth
I'll murder all of y'all bitches in da middle of da street
And I don't give a fuck if you don't like me
Straight knock yo ass out in to captivity
Down south, I'll ride, shoot and kill homicide
It be nothin shawty till the day that I die
We strive, on tearin heads up !
And everywhere we go we gon tear dat bitch up
We don't give a fuck about havin no click
The A got my back and ain't takin no shit
Excuse me shawty, get the fuck out my face
Befo' we get mad and shoot up the whole place

We some headbussaz, we some head bussaz, we'll knock a hata out, we some headbussaz
We some headbussaz, we some head bussaz, we'll knock a hata out, we some headbussaz

I speak my mind, cuz bitin my tongue hurt
Murder yo ass and lyrics and put ya face on a shirt
I'm a mothafuckin rida, cuz I thought y'all knew
And I reppin nothin even it's twenty of you
I think it's plenty of you that really want da shawty dead
Watch what ya said lil shawty, I'm makin bread
Fuck all y'all born hataz wit hatred blood to match
A long way but plus I roll wit G's and Gat'z
And shawty matter of fact these trill g's and dub's
We ain't talkin behind yo back and we ain't scared to bust
I'm by myself, but bein alone makes you strong
I stepped out the porch young, so shawty I been grown

We some headbussaz, we some head bussaz, we'll knock a hata out, we some headbussaz
We some headbussaz, we some head bussaz, we'll knock a hata out, we some headbussaz

ATL off da chain down here
Ya come wit dat gat and no action, you gon disappear
You walk in da club, it's tight like brass knuckles
Straight info on hata like be chumpin off turned brothas
Beatin in ya door with dat clip on da tech
Beatin down ya block in that 89' Chevy
Tellin stupid bros we throwin bows that we ready
Screamin "swang shawty" to da boys dat can't stand me
Yeah shawty - I'ma ATL slugga
Knockin out heads on you pussy mothafuckaz
Shawty be sayin "scrap you cool boy"
But I known in my heart dat I'ma headbussa boy !

We some headbussaz, we some head bussaz, we'll knock a hata out, we some headbussaz
We some headbussaz, we some head bussaz, we'll knock a hata out, we some headbussaz

HJK&TG

Gone
Go ahead and buck den,stop trippin actin like u scared to buck

[Chorus]
U can buck if u wanna buck mothafucka (git gone) and be an example fo da mothasuckaz (gone gone)

[repeat 3 more times]

[Bohagon]
[verse 1]
I really ain't givin a fuck and even if I did,still wouldn't hesitate to split yo weed,pop back
At a wimp like&nbsp;??
Through da pure ass magic I disappear in traffic,a lot of folks gon hate cuz dey know I'm a fool
And dey know I'ma shit,I finally git out da school,if I spit out da tools,I'll spit out da
Bluez,don't bug it and confuse,I will not lose,I come through on shoes and why 2 hoes choose,on u
Know who,I have no clue,I just do wat I do,I just know wat I know,I'ma tell u once nigga don't
Fuck wit Bo

[Chorus-repeat]

[lil scrappy]
[verse 2]
Straight leggin up on folks wit da dubs or digits,I'll hit yo ass so hard,feel like tearin
Midgits,man wat if u say u don't like me,but I don't take(?) and threats so likely,I'm a G,take
It to da streets,its about to go down when I pull da heat,if u can't stand ma click u can kiss ma
Ass(kiss ma ass)fuck around make ya jump inda grass,but dat ain't it and dat ain't all,ma name is
Scrappy I love to brawl,gots to say dat I'm a hard head,got best inma blud cuz I'm a third bread
Yeah!

[Chorus-repeat]

[Bohagon]
[verse 3]
We bout to crank it up city to city,let me know if u wit it,if da girl is pretty,could u show us
Some titties,if da hoes are silly,if da hoes are dilly,put da hoes to a coast where dey(?)in
Business,I'm a country legend GA I'm reppin,I pull ma weapon,dat girl ain't laughin,she blew ma
Brains, bitch do yo thang,got da pussey befo I knew yo name,most niggaz are fake,most niggaz are
Hate,dey can't wait,dey try to take wats on yo plate,wat u thank dis is must not thank dis real,I
Pull da steel,don't u think yo cap can't get killed

[chorus-repeat]

Gone
Go ahead and buck den,stop trippin actin like u scared to buck

[Chorus]
U can buck if u wanna buck mothafucka (git gone) and be an example fo da mothasuckaz (gone gone)

[repeat 3 more times]

[Bohagon]
[verse 1]
I really ain't givin a fuck and even if I did,still wouldn't hesitate to split yo weed,pop back
At a wimp like&nbsp;??
Through da pure ass magic I disappear in traffic,a lot of folks gon hate cuz dey know I'm a fool
And dey know I'ma shit,I finally git out da school,if I spit out da tools,I'll spit out da
Bluez,don't bug it and confuse,I will not lose,I come through on shoes and why 2 hoes choose,on u
Know who,I have no clue,I just do wat I do,I just know wat I know,I'ma tell u once nigga don't
Fuck wit Bo

[Chorus-repeat]

[lil scrappy]
[verse 2]
Straight leggin up on folks wit da dubs or digits,I'll hit yo ass so hard,feel like tearin
Midgits,man wat if u say u don't like me,but I don't take(?) and threats so likely,I'm a G,take
It to da streets,its about to go down when I pull da heat,if u can't stand ma click u can kiss ma
Ass(kiss ma ass)fuck around make ya jump inda grass,but dat ain't it and dat ain't all,ma name is
Scrappy I love to brawl,gots to say dat I'm a hard head,got best inma blud cuz I'm a third bread
Yeah!

[Chorus-repeat]

[Bohagon]
[verse 3]
We bout to crank it up city to city,let me know if u wit it,if da girl is pretty,could u show us
Some titties,if da hoes are silly,if da hoes are dilly,put da hoes to a coast where dey(?)in
Business,I'm a country legend GA I'm reppin,I pull ma weapon,dat girl ain't laughin,she blew ma
Brains, bitch do yo thang,got da pussey befo I knew yo name,most niggaz are fake,most niggaz are
Hate,dey can't wait,dey try to take wats on yo plate,wat u thank dis is must not thank dis real,I
Pull da steel,don't u think yo cap can't get killed

[chorus-repeat]

"Go To War"

(Chorus: Pimp C)
Poppin' pills workin' wood wheel
f**k where ya from and f**k how ya feel
if you wanna go to war I'll take ya to war
I gotta ak47 and a chick in the car

(Verse 1: Lil Scrappy)
Yea, I was born military
thuggin nigga ever since
mama taught a young nigga to gon' and get that presidence
ballin on ya residence but im still thuggin' tho
got dem crack fans standin around like a rock show
just bought a dime now they screaming out fa 5-0
dime piece collection in the Tec I got the air hole
what you looking at me for
cuz im on that drank hoe
and im gone off some that mission impossible
im flexible, I still can move through traffic
if I get into it with one of ya bastards im'a let you have it
go reach fo' one of my gadgets take the pen out of the cannon
you'll be dead in a casket mama thinkin was that for strappin

(Chorus: x2)
Poppin' pills workin' wood wheel
f**k where ya from and f**k how ya feel
if you wanna go to war I'll take ya to war
I gotta ak47 and a chick in the car

(Verse 2: Diamond)
Look, any motherf**ka step up get wet up guaranteed to feel the heat
well im packin lotta stackin attacking smackin crack in da cap in yo team in deep
always bustin up clips you bleed keep a nigga down on his knees
when you mess wit little Diamond so shinin' and blindin' grindin' fryin' hoes cowardly


all you bitches bout dancing' me, aint none of yall my homie
we bringin' the Tony Montana's and hammers and banners that's hard to beat
I got that shit you need just like the air you breathe
my lyrical spirits are critical miracle burn like gasoline
im slick as vaseline put a look in the must homie
im the realist appealist that's trillest that's illest that's on the scene
yea hoe im running thangs, cuz now im in the game
ball that hoop and switch and shooting like le'bron james

(Chorus: x2)
Poppin' pills workin' wood wheel
f**k where ya from and f**k how ya feel
if you wanna go to war I'll take ya to war
I gotta ak47 and a chick in the car

(Verse 3: Pimp C)
Ughh, I pimp tight like MJG
body body like Master P
Showing out in the parking lot
BKA Young Pimp C, AKA Sweet Jones
change my name to Tony Snow Love a crow
came off whippin' snow in a Pyrex bowl
my car dangerous hit it with the sprite
hittin' 10 in a Benz truck full of work, nothing' but white
gettin' hot on the street lights Rolls Royce not the motor bikes
Not a lover just a Mac dump the sack I drip the lac' I
if you know like I know bitch you wouldn't be sayin' that
monkey talk get people killed, I spend ya kool-aid pack
if you if you not willing to see me best not say my name
we aint got no time to be guessing and playing no pussy games

(Chorus: x2)
Poppin' pills workin' wood wheel
f**k where ya from and f**k how ya feel
if you wanna go to war i'll take ya to war
I gotta ak47 and a chick in the car

[Hook x1: Trillville (Lil Jon)]

Get some crunk in yo system (See)
Get some crunk in yo system (It like this right!)
Get some crunk in yo system (I done seen them niggas)
Get some crunk in yo system (They ain't seen me yet)
Get some crunk in yo system (But they Still talkin)
Get some crunk in yo system (Fuck a slide, I'ma just swing)
Get some crunk in yo system (A, B, Yall niggas could nevah see me)

[Hook x2: Trillville (Lil Jon)]

Get some crunk in yo system (Cmon)
Get some crunk in yo system (Cmon)
Get some crunk in yo system (Cmon)
Get some crunk in yo system (Yeah!)

[Dirty Mouth]
I can feel it, ya hater's dont like it
They see me at a show, them niggas get excited
Cause they think they fixinta get me, but nigga i'm a riot
By myself I'ma riot, so nigga dont try it
Gun's I collect em, gun's for protection
Gun's for that nigga that try me and learned a lesson
Cause they dont say B.S'n, Im good with my weapon
Ain't never been a lame in the game I respect it
I'm looking for trouble, my own label just found out that I'm a monster
But it's too late cause I done signed for, a hundred or something
Ain't nothing I'm ruthless, still producing
Cut me a check or you'll find yo self toothless
I'm Don Corleone, Keep it trill with no confusing
Niggas say I'm trill
They aint hard I can prove it.........yeaaaah

[Hook x2: Trillville (Lil Jon)]

Im sippin on the crunk juice, Hennessy to get me loose
Niggas gettin bunk and shit, dranking all the grey goose
Throwin signs up in the air, representing from where they came
Iits the same shit in the club, niggas fightin man.
Throwin bows and breaking chairs, niggas pullin hoes hair.
Runnin through the club with they click cause they don't care
Screamin out whateva side, all my niggas down to ride
If you think I'm lyin then you pussy niggas bet not try
I'ma let you know, that I never been the scary ho
Busting niggas brain yo, for fucking with my game ho
Then leave yo ass chained tho, in the the middle of your yard.
I'ma pull yo card, for actin hard, down the boulevard nigga. (cmon)

[Hook x2: Trillville (Lil Jon)]

Guess who they called up? Out of the wood works
Take off my fuckin shirt, I'm reppin to the dirt
I'm reppin to the grave, I'm reppin for the A
I'm ridin 21, on my Impala son
I'm smokin big dro, I'm with the red ho.
Her cousin got that blow, we kicked that nigga door
Off the hinges, I'm relentless
I represent this, can I get a witness (Amen)
Amen , I works hard for the south
These niggas playin hard wit they thumb in they mouth
The house, the car, these bitches bustin out they bras
Just so they can show they titties to a star.
Baby my doors ajar, the passenger too
I'm ready to ride, so whats up boo? (yeaaah)
Keepin it real,
Keepin it trill
Reppin the ville,
I sho will

[Hook x2: Trillville (Lil Jon)]

[Hook x2]

[Hook x1: Trillville (Lil Jon)]

Get some crunk in yo system (See)
Get some crunk in yo system (It like this right!)
Get some crunk in yo system (I done seen them niggas)
Get some crunk in yo system (They ain't seen me yet)
Get some crunk in yo system (But they Still talkin)
Get some crunk in yo system (Fuck a slide, I'ma just swing)
Get some crunk in yo system (A, B, Yall niggas could nevah see me)

[Hook x2: Trillville (Lil Jon)]

Get some crunk in yo system (Cmon)
Get some crunk in yo system (Cmon)
Get some crunk in yo system (Cmon)
Get some crunk in yo system (Yeah!)

[Dirty Mouth]
I can feel it, ya hater's dont like it
They see me at a show, them niggas get excited
Cause they think they fixinta get me, but nigga i'm a riot
By myself I'ma riot, so nigga dont try it
Gun's I collect em, gun's for protection
Gun's for that nigga that try me and learned a lesson
Cause they dont say B.S'n, Im good with my weapon
Ain't never been a lame in the game I respect it
I'm looking for trouble, my own label just found out that I'm a monster
But it's too late cause I done signed for, a hundred or something
Ain't nothing I'm ruthless, still producing
Cut me a check or you'll find yo self toothless
I'm Don Corleone, Keep it trill with no confusing
Niggas say I'm trill
They aint hard I can prove it.........yeaaaah

[Hook x2: Trillville (Lil Jon)]

Im sippin on the crunk juice, Hennessy to get me loose
Niggas gettin bunk and shit, dranking all the grey goose
Throwin signs up in the air, representing from where they came
Iits the same shit in the club, niggas fightin man.
Throwin bows and breaking chairs, niggas pullin hoes hair.
Runnin through the club with they click cause they don't care
Screamin out whateva side, all my niggas down to ride
If you think I'm lyin then you pussy niggas bet not try
I'ma let you know, that I never been the scary ho
Busting niggas brain yo, for fucking with my game ho
Then leave yo ass chained tho, in the the middle of your yard.
I'ma pull yo card, for actin hard, down the boulevard nigga. (cmon)

[Hook x2: Trillville (Lil Jon)]

Guess who they called up? Out of the wood works
Take off my fuckin shirt, I'm reppin to the dirt
I'm reppin to the grave, I'm reppin for the A
I'm ridin 21, on my Impala son
I'm smokin big dro, I'm with the red ho.
Her cousin got that blow, we kicked that nigga door
Off the hinges, I'm relentless
I represent this, can I get a witness (Amen)
Amen , I works hard for the south
These niggas playin hard wit they thumb in they mouth
The house, the car, these bitches bustin out they bras
Just so they can show they titties to a star.
Baby my doors ajar, the passenger too
I'm ready to ride, so whats up boo? (yeaaah)
Keepin it real,
Keepin it trill
Reppin the ville,
I sho will

[Hook x2: Trillville (Lil Jon)]

[Hook x2]