BME Click - Lil Jon (乔纳森·史密斯) Yea Yea Yea Yea Check this out (what's up) It's your Motherf**ka Boy Lil Jon (That's Right ni**a) BME Click (yea) Represent right (Yea) Now IIIIII just got to get some sh*t out my chess (let it out) It's a lot F**k Ni**a been talking sh*t about me (f**k) But you know what P**sy Ni**a I Don't give a f**k I'm a Real Ni**a Real Ni**a Handle His Motherf**ka business like my niggas about to do right now (Bezel) Whateva Bezel give ya goin be fi yi yi Drop some acid in ya drink make ya see ta da I don't care if my girl just a leg in the thigh She better spread her thighs let me hear her ayi yi yi They say if you wait a little while good things'll come Drink come get yours but you blink and it's gone Patient dude I really can't wait that long Been layin fools down way before that 8 ball song I Like that benze go ahead and run that man Boy you'ze a ho I think you wanna man It's not your boy from D12 It's ATL One of the sickest dudes out they like ain't he well Adamville ain't changed It's still the same They thought knockin with stuvella that would stop the cane Boss the plane they livin' on fantasy island Double move if a quake made Atlanta Island (Don P) This ya boy Don P AKA get away from me I don't play I just ride How they gon' see ni**a I don't hide Never had a watch so I never had the time Always had money but I stayed on the grind Girls give me head so I gotta million miles World's most wanted I done did a million crimes Gotta be established that I'm twice platinum Gimme some space ni**a back back some Ain't really smart but ain't that dumb Ain't a whole saler ni**a you can keep it crunk I don't drop hits ni**a I drop bombs Forget bein' a star ni**a I'm a f**kin' sun Ni**a lookin' at me talkin' 'bout it's all good Kings of crunk ni**a comin through yo hood B**ch (Black Boi) See I ain't come to play (say what) I came to spit bars inside cars To let you niggas know where I stay 285 way don't miss the byway On my high way Eastside we on that remi and that purple 'round my way Okay boy now let me spit it's Black Boi On this here and boy I'm real wit this sh*t I rip drawers off take yo balls off Cuz you knew before you came in my room girl you was so sawed off Was I wrote off Oh No I was strapped at it b**ch Before you close the door now dats for show We on that dro when you get up out my car b**ch don't slam my door Motherf**ka (Dirty Mouth) ATL is my home And know my hip keep that chrome For the ones who talkin' sh*t They better leave me alone I ain't playin' no games I'm just out for this fame Gettin' this money is how I see ya gettin' blow from the jane Keep your distance I'm 'bout to start movin' this chain This hollow tip gon' be rainin' on the top of ya brain Hot like lava I'm loadin up this chrome problem solva So watch ya back 'cause here I come dropin' bodies like bombers This smith n wessen is gonna teach you haters a lesson All you niggas keep on stressin how we smoke up the essence This herbal session just keep a ni**a full of confession So while I'm diggin' in your purse I keep that heat for protection Now gimme your loot This motherf**ka gon' make me pimp shoot This motherf**ka think I'm plannin' think I'm roody like poo You think I'm gravy I told you boys don't play me for lame This motherf**ka that wanted to listen I took his a** out the game b**ch (LA) T-R-Y M-E p**sy ni**a Lil LA off in this biych Ready to bust yo f**kin' sh*t B**ch rich ni**a if you wanna talk that bullshit Gon' hate I ain't stun ya runnin' up I'll get ya split From the bottom to the top Top to bottom you will go Naw ho I ain't the ni**a to be f**kin' wit for Sic 'em git 'em split 'em hit 'em Tear that ni**a a** up I kill for fun mayne (mayne) I ain't jokin mayne (Mayne) What's up back up f**k ni**a Who you talkin to Yeah scary a** ni**a we comin' for you If you wanna talk sh*t better be prepared To live and die in the motherf**kin' ATL yeah (Yo Gotti) Ain't nothin' like a good a** whoopin' to set it off Come how you want it b**ch and ya p**sy a** off Them little niggas ain't gon' fight So I'ma shoot first