Lil' Scrappy

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

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

[Chorus: 2X]
If you a thug my nigga be a thug
If you sell drugs my nigga then sell drugs
If you gonna rap about it be trill about it
And dont say shit if you can't BE REAL about it

[Verse 1]
Comin up as a child my city was hell
My moma was the best soldier, dad stayed in out of jail
I came robbin and kickin in doors then on my behalf and 17 old
But ya see shorty, My mom was a G
She made it real easy for my sista and me
She did what she had to do, and got out the damn crowd like a nigga would do
Talkin about pimpin, o she did that too
I got robbed and this old nigga took all my loot
And I was just 12 years old on 13 skin and bones thats why I thank my heart to sell dope
I gives a fuck about none of you hoes
All you fake thugs think about is grills and gold, and pressin these doors
(shorty) and cakin these hoes
Ima pimp, I spend my time makin these hoes

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Nobody loves me so I guess I stay to myself
A nigga thinkin bout change comtemplating my death
Fell my pain as it reigns all over a nigga
And the only way I can get away is weed and liquor
Fukin niggaz up on the daily if they didnt pay me
Niggaz pullin guns on me damn near drove me crazy
Young nigga went to school just to sell some dope
A lil crazy ass nigga wit a knife in his coat
And in the streets broke heathens went through drama especially
Moma swung on a nigga, I stabbed the bitch in her head (nigga)
I dun scratch my head unless it itchs
An I dun smoke unless I'm bustin at you hatin bitchs
Nigga we was brave to die, dont be askin me why
Ill rather hustle in the cold cuz niggaz sprayin wit fire
All the childhood fixins wit tha devil inside the kitchen
Got my mind on my gun and I'm finna pull a pistol

[Verse 3: Bohagen]
You see the streets, they'll shallow you whole, mind body and soul
And leave you in a ditch wit no shoes and clothes
Waitin for the trash collector
Follow me mind selector to the ghetto sector
They'll kill you over thirty dollars
I seen a man cut wit a dirty bottle blood squirted on his shirt and collar
I heard him holla a sound that I cant forget
Ran home, watched cartoons and ain't said shit
And to this day moma thought I was young, hungry, and poor (par)
While she was at the church praising the lord
I made through amazingly unscarred
She had to be praying cuz I made it by the grace of the god
Im proud of my hard times, I spit hard rhymes
Bible in one hand, the other hand 9
Dreaming of naming streets and boulevards mine
Grab yo piece of the pie, the other parts mine

[Chorus - 2X]

[Chorus]
Bitch nigazz don't know me,
Bitch nigazz don't know me,
Bitch nigazz don't know me,
Bitch nigazz don't know me,

So stay away from hoe niggaz,
So stay away from hoe niggaz,
So stay away from hoe niggaz,
So stay away from hoe niggaz,

[Dirty Mouth]

[Verse 1]
Dis generation im livin, its nothin but this lil pimpin,
Im breakin niggaz like wody,
But nothin but game i been given,
Stay away from weak nigazz, consolidating my figures,
But if you cross the roadpass
And put a 10 to yo liva,
I gives a fuck about hoes,
I gives fuck about trick,
Cuz the only thing a hoe can do is To slob and nob on my dick,
So who in the you been wit,
A snappin fishes like dis,
And put the lock on yo shit and leave you dead in a ditch,
My ammunition is lethal like danny glover im armed,
Wit some shit to bust yo head if yo hoes in alarm, so back the Fuck
Out my face before you get yo ass slung, wit dis AKA-47 aim'in Write
At yo heart.

[Chorus (Repeat x2)]

[LA]

[Verse 2]
Bitch nigga you don't know me
So why in the fuck you try'n to
Hate,
Runnin your mouth just like some Hoe,
Bitch thats the closest thing to Fake,
All in my face just like its cool But i see right through this shit,
Talkin bout dat u my folk,
No nigga you's a bitch,
Get back boy,
I'ma be gettin laid up in this bitch, What, nigga time and time again, I done told you better
Duck nigga, Cuz if ya fake stay the fuck away
Cuz i don't like ya bitch, All my niggaz no ya,
An they know dat you's a stay trick,
All fucked up to tell ya that i ain't gon make me show ya
1, 2, 3, 4, Nigga
(Grrrraaaaaaaaaa)
Mothafucka what it is,
Eye'in me bitch hoe ass nigger,
You just stepped up in some shit and You ready to duck quick,
Run mothafucka stay away from real Shit, Bitch nigga might not like it
I don't like it either bitch
Pussy nigga get back
Pussy nigga get slapped
Pussy nigga get split
Pussy nigga get threshed

[Chorus (Repeat x2)]

[Don Peezy]

Next time me and you
Cause ain't never wanna meet'cha
Yo always talkin' the bullshit
Hell no you ain't neva future
You always talkin' like a preture
But you some of the bullshit
You can meet me at the club nigga
Fuck the poolpit nigga
Fuck the damn altar nigga
I ain't sayin' salter nigga
Speakin of me let's meet at
The parken' lot
With all my damn nigga
So then we can go on and figure out
Who Real and who Fake
Cause i see through
You like glass nigga
So go ahead break
I'm not I'm the super
AKA slash, slash up in your face
Talkin' the bullshit
Another garbage and i'll
Push you away
Strike 1, Bad Mistake
Strike 2, Bad Mistake
World Series Championship
Ain't nothin' nothin' about me rich!

[Chorus (Repeat x2)]

[Lil' Scrappy]

Scrap Y'all, Scrap Y'all
Woooooooo!
Ain't that some muhfuckin' shit
Talkin' like you know me
Gonna get your punk ass hit
Put that down that's weed in the air
Keep jumpin' in my face
Im gonna knock the dreads
Out yo hair
Who that be BME you know me
Niggas tesin my clique
I'm a show ya that im a G
Yea thats the same nigga
Fuckin' your daughter
With the pimpin' out so hard
They gonna call it hoe slaughter
Sayin' im bitch shorty
Who that me playa
Even bitches save me for that
I'll never date ya
Now hoes out your face
Can you transelate
Talkin all that garbege
I'll make ya dicipitate

[Lil Scrappy Talking]
Hey, hey, hey [repeats during hole thing]
We on top of the world boy
Crank it (o-k-k-k)
On top of the mothafukin world (k-k-k)
This ya boy Lil Scrappy
We feelin to crank shit up
(Yea) we feelin to crank shit up
We feelin to crank shit up
Now crank it up a notch
(Yea) Crank it up a notch
Crank it up a notch
Crank it up a notch
Its goin down like this ya'll
A-town, your town
I love everybody you no what im sayin all them thug niggas
We got crunk niggas on the right, (o-k-k-k)
I say we got crunk niggas on the left (o-k-k-k)
We gonan tell all u crunk niggas to get nasty (that's what it is)
Now we'll knock a hatta out (cuz)
Cuz we some head bussaz
Im just bein me
Crank it up a notch (im just bein me)
Crank it up a notch (step your game up) [repeat]
Im just bein me
Im just bein me
Prince of crunk
Take it to another mothafukin song
That's just a intro (Crank it)

(Chorus)
Imma flip paint filp paint roll daint daint
Money in the bank bank diamonds in my pinky ring
Imma flip paint filp paint roll daint daint
Money in the bank bank diamonds in my pinky ring

Im so addicted to makin money its funny
My speakers beat the block so the hatas they hear me comin
The can of paint flippin and swervin it make ya pick up
Today im feelin good so im destened to pick a bitch up
Put it all on my chedda my diamonds shinnin like im richer
But chrome wheels spinnin so people can take a picture
Aint never comin flo throw some diamonds in my jaw
Put some pipes on the back i be shakin them hatas off
Stay connected wit some head bussas hatas comin round
But aint no competition dug them bitches in the groung
Cause im balln like im posed to money in the bank
Wanna get on my level but they flo'n they know they cant

(chorus)

Big bang take lil bang fuck what you damn think
Gettin to the bread and look blind by the pinky ring
Disorderly conduct i cound really give a fuck
Stay buckin the crowd and yo face staight sippin crunk
Im gettin to the money so fuck the nonsense
Im a g motha fucka i leave your head in dents
I got that action yea i make money with a pasion
Like E-40 with clips i load clips on the mac
And man im gettin rich so fuck the bullshit
Gotta swing on a nigga man fuck that bitch
Cause i dont know what you been told
But i got gats and i got jewels
And scrappy talkin shit i fuck yo bitch on the regula
Im gettin paid look shorty i damage ya
Them hoes gon love me hatas wanna bust me
And i pitty the fool who really wanna touch me cause

(chorus)

See this money i made it
Baby shake it for daddy
Go get your friends and pussy pop it for me a lil scrappy
And niggas dont wait ill stab ya
That 45 i grab it
And cock it back and let you pussy mothafuckas back
Who want it you seen it i did it
Bitch i switch glocks and switch spots if it get hot
Switch rocks and switch bras on they ass
And then i keep em admiring my long dreds and glasses
Now imma flip paint flip paint smoke daint daint
Money in the bank bank with diamonds in my teeth and chain
And check out my pinky ring
You know its blingin man
Im jumpin outta the benz with diamonds all on my wrist and thangs
Im gettin to this paper like im supposed to be
Muh'fucka in the street label me a young G
Diamonds in my pinky ring get my watch and my chains
Bringin pain to the gain lickin all of these lanes
A.k.a. mister T the platinum version
Every nigga gonna hate if theyre pockets be hurtin
Straight from atlanta told me web was like a black pantha
Stackin paper like my name was tony montana
Its G's up so get your g's up
I dont like to get violent but ill fuck your ass up
Hey you dont really wanna taste my nuts
Make a meal out the deal and im still gettin bucked

(Chorus x 2)

[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]

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 ??
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]

[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

[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]

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

[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]

[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]

[Chorus: 2X]
If you a thug my nigga be a thug
If you sell drugs my nigga then sell drugs
If you gonna rap about it be trill about it
And dont say shit if you can't BE REAL about it

[Verse 1]
Comin up as a child my city was hell
My moma was the best soldier, dad stayed in out of jail
I came robbin and kickin in doors then on my behalf and 17 old
But ya see shorty, My mom was a G
She made it real easy for my sista and me
She did what she had to do, and got out the damn crowd like a nigga would do
Talkin about pimpin, o she did that too
I got robbed and this old nigga took all my loot
And I was just 12 years old on 13 skin and bones thats why I thank my heart to sell dope
I gives a fuck about none of you hoes
All you fake thugs think about is grills and gold, and pressin these doors
(shorty) and cakin these hoes
Ima pimp, I spend my time makin these hoes

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Nobody loves me so I guess I stay to myself
A nigga thinkin bout change comtemplating my death
Fell my pain as it reigns all over a nigga
And the only way I can get away is weed and liquor
Fukin niggaz up on the daily if they didnt pay me
Niggaz pullin guns on me damn near drove me crazy
Young nigga went to school just to sell some dope
A lil crazy ass nigga wit a knife in his coat
And in the streets broke heathens went through drama especially
Moma swung on a nigga, I stabbed the bitch in her head (nigga)
I dun scratch my head unless it itchs
An I dun smoke unless I'm bustin at you hatin bitchs
Nigga we was brave to die, dont be askin me why
Ill rather hustle in the cold cuz niggaz sprayin wit fire
All the childhood fixins wit tha devil inside the kitchen
Got my mind on my gun and I'm finna pull a pistol

[Verse 3: Bohagen]
You see the streets, they'll shallow you whole, mind body and soul
And leave you in a ditch wit no shoes and clothes
Waitin for the trash collector
Follow me mind selector to the ghetto sector
They'll kill you over thirty dollars
I seen a man cut wit a dirty bottle blood squirted on his shirt and collar
I heard him holla a sound that I cant forget
Ran home, watched cartoons and ain't said shit
And to this day moma thought I was young, hungry, and poor (par)
While she was at the church praising the lord
I made through amazingly unscarred
She had to be praying cuz I made it by the grace of the god
Im proud of my hard times, I spit hard rhymes
Bible in one hand, the other hand 9
Dreaming of naming streets and boulevards mine
Grab yo piece of the pie, the other parts mine

[Chorus - 2X]

[Chorus]
Bitch nigazz don't know me,
Bitch nigazz don't know me,
Bitch nigazz don't know me,
Bitch nigazz don't know me,

So stay away from hoe niggaz,
So stay away from hoe niggaz,
So stay away from hoe niggaz,
So stay away from hoe niggaz,

[Dirty Mouth]

[Verse 1]
Dis generation im livin, its nothin but this lil pimpin,
Im breakin niggaz like wody,
But nothin but game i been given,
Stay away from weak nigazz, consolidating my figures,
But if you cross the roadpass
And put a 10 to yo liva,
I gives a fuck about hoes,
I gives fuck about trick,
Cuz the only thing a hoe can do is To slob and nob on my dick,
So who in the you been wit,
A snappin fishes like dis,
And put the lock on yo shit and leave you dead in a ditch,
My ammunition is lethal like danny glover im armed,
Wit some shit to bust yo head if yo hoes in alarm, so back the Fuck
Out my face before you get yo ass slung, wit dis AKA-47 aim'in Write
At yo heart.

[Chorus (Repeat x2)]

[LA]

[Verse 2]
Bitch nigga you don't know me
So why in the fuck you try'n to
Hate,
Runnin your mouth just like some Hoe,
Bitch thats the closest thing to Fake,
All in my face just like its cool But i see right through this shit,
Talkin bout dat u my folk,
No nigga you's a bitch,
Get back boy,
I'ma be gettin laid up in this bitch, What, nigga time and time again, I done told you better
Duck nigga, Cuz if ya fake stay the fuck away
Cuz i don't like ya bitch, All my niggaz no ya,
An they know dat you's a stay trick,
All fucked up to tell ya that i ain't gon make me show ya
1, 2, 3, 4, Nigga
(Grrrraaaaaaaaaa)
Mothafucka what it is,
Eye'in me bitch hoe ass nigger,
You just stepped up in some shit and You ready to duck quick,
Run mothafucka stay away from real Shit, Bitch nigga might not like it
I don't like it either bitch
Pussy nigga get back
Pussy nigga get slapped
Pussy nigga get split
Pussy nigga get threshed

[Chorus (Repeat x2)]

[Don Peezy]

Next time me and you
Cause ain't never wanna meet'cha
Yo always talkin' the bullshit
Hell no you ain't neva future
You always talkin' like a preture
But you some of the bullshit
You can meet me at the club nigga
Fuck the poolpit nigga
Fuck the damn altar nigga
I ain't sayin' salter nigga
Speakin of me let's meet at
The parken' lot
With all my damn nigga
So then we can go on and figure out
Who Real and who Fake
Cause i see through
You like glass nigga
So go ahead break
I'm not I'm the super
AKA slash, slash up in your face
Talkin' the bullshit
Another garbage and i'll
Push you away
Strike 1, Bad Mistake
Strike 2, Bad Mistake
World Series Championship
Ain't nothin' nothin' about me rich!

[Chorus (Repeat x2)]

[Lil' Scrappy]

Scrap Y'all, Scrap Y'all
Woooooooo!
Ain't that some muhfuckin' shit
Talkin' like you know me
Gonna get your punk ass hit
Put that down that's weed in the air
Keep jumpin' in my face
Im gonna knock the dreads
Out yo hair
Who that be BME you know me
Niggas tesin my clique
I'm a show ya that im a G
Yea thats the same nigga
Fuckin' your daughter
With the pimpin' out so hard
They gonna call it hoe slaughter
Sayin' im bitch shorty
Who that me playa
Even bitches save me for that
I'll never date ya
Now hoes out your face
Can you transelate
Talkin all that garbege
I'll make ya dicipitate

[Lil Scrappy Talking]
Hey, hey, hey [repeats during hole thing]
We on top of the world boy
Crank it (o-k-k-k)
On top of the mothafukin world (k-k-k)
This ya boy Lil Scrappy
We feelin to crank shit up
(Yea) we feelin to crank shit up
We feelin to crank shit up
Now crank it up a notch
(Yea) Crank it up a notch
Crank it up a notch
Crank it up a notch
Its goin down like this ya'll
A-town, your town
I love everybody you no what im sayin all them thug niggas
We got crunk niggas on the right, (o-k-k-k)
I say we got crunk niggas on the left (o-k-k-k)
We gonan tell all u crunk niggas to get nasty (that's what it is)
Now we'll knock a hatta out (cuz)
Cuz we some head bussaz
Im just bein me
Crank it up a notch (im just bein me)
Crank it up a notch (step your game up) [repeat]
Im just bein me
Im just bein me
Prince of crunk
Take it to another mothafukin song
That's just a intro (Crank it)

(Chorus)
Imma flip paint filp paint roll daint daint
Money in the bank bank diamonds in my pinky ring
Imma flip paint filp paint roll daint daint
Money in the bank bank diamonds in my pinky ring

Im so addicted to makin money its funny
My speakers beat the block so the hatas they hear me comin
The can of paint flippin and swervin it make ya pick up
Today im feelin good so im destened to pick a bitch up
Put it all on my chedda my diamonds shinnin like im richer
But chrome wheels spinnin so people can take a picture
Aint never comin flo throw some diamonds in my jaw
Put some pipes on the back i be shakin them hatas off
Stay connected wit some head bussas hatas comin round
But aint no competition dug them bitches in the groung
Cause im balln like im posed to money in the bank
Wanna get on my level but they flo'n they know they cant

(chorus)

Big bang take lil bang fuck what you damn think
Gettin to the bread and look blind by the pinky ring
Disorderly conduct i cound really give a fuck
Stay buckin the crowd and yo face staight sippin crunk
Im gettin to the money so fuck the nonsense
Im a g motha fucka i leave your head in dents
I got that action yea i make money with a pasion
Like E-40 with clips i load clips on the mac
And man im gettin rich so fuck the bullshit
Gotta swing on a nigga man fuck that bitch
Cause i dont know what you been told
But i got gats and i got jewels
And scrappy talkin shit i fuck yo bitch on the regula
Im gettin paid look shorty i damage ya
Them hoes gon love me hatas wanna bust me
And i pitty the fool who really wanna touch me cause

(chorus)

See this money i made it
Baby shake it for daddy
Go get your friends and pussy pop it for me a lil scrappy
And niggas dont wait ill stab ya
That 45 i grab it
And cock it back and let you pussy mothafuckas back
Who want it you seen it i did it
Bitch i switch glocks and switch spots if it get hot
Switch rocks and switch bras on they ass
And then i keep em admiring my long dreds and glasses
Now imma flip paint flip paint smoke daint daint
Money in the bank bank with diamonds in my teeth and chain
And check out my pinky ring
You know its blingin man
Im jumpin outta the benz with diamonds all on my wrist and thangs
Im gettin to this paper like im supposed to be
Muh'fucka in the street label me a young G
Diamonds in my pinky ring get my watch and my chains
Bringin pain to the gain lickin all of these lanes
A.k.a. mister T the platinum version
Every nigga gonna hate if theyre pockets be hurtin
Straight from atlanta told me web was like a black pantha
Stackin paper like my name was tony montana
Its G's up so get your g's up
I dont like to get violent but ill fuck your ass up
Hey you dont really wanna taste my nuts
Make a meal out the deal and im still gettin bucked

(Chorus x 2)

[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]

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 ??
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]

[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

[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

[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]

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

[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]

[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]

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

Ahhh shit hahaha
When I enter the first zone
Worst known mic holder
My Hummer roll up
Evacuating strapped soldiers
Inside strategy
Manifestin' military styles
Casually try da g
When niggas battle me
My prophesied prediction
Switch and move positions
Separated from his gun and bitch
And watch 'em start snitchin'
I keep spittin' still stupid
niggas fail to listen
I personify this thug livin'
Hell or prison
My ammunition varies
My voice carries
Watch me invite the whole world
Me and the mob gettin' married
It seems all the fine screams
pierce the dark
This is expected
A trick bitch where
is your heart
You mark
Watch niggas fall
when I call they name
We out laws hold your head
niggas all the same
Except some who want more
out of life than stress
We still thuggin' 'til
its none left
Don't sleep
We gon' ride
Keep my pistol on my side
Always creep wit' the nine
when I ride when I ride
Don't sleep
Blowin' pine
Always hustlin' on the grind
Cause I gotta get mine
all the time all the time
Don't sleep
We gon' ride
Keep my pistol on my side
Always creep wit' the nine
when I ride when I ride
Don't sleep
Blowin' pine
Always hustlin' on the grind
Cause I gotta get mine
all the time all the time
Dumpin' on motherfuckers at random
Rapidly
Wit' accuracy
They shouldn't talk bad to me
It had to be
A motherfuckin' murder
I'm glad to be
A nigga that did the murder
So sad to see
Another motherfucker floatin'
In plastic reef
Sleep wit' his head wide open
Rapid release
Keep the police coastin'
Casualties
Warrant in deep east Oakland
Yolk the nigga off the asphalt
Drove off to the hills
Positioned him on his knees
and blew the back off
Death with the lex ruger
Death to ya
Niggas cry when the bullets fly
Kill and execute 'em
I blast first 'til they body me
Like my guns in variety
Runnin' wit' the real big willies
you silly punks try to be
But front
Doin' my walk by's rollin' a blunt
Hand on my nuts
in a get away car
full of stunts
Addicted to my nine
Movin' like crime through time
Poppin' niggas like pimples
Nigga nothin' simple 'bout mine
Etchasketchin'
Dumpin' on all you punks
at intersections
Day in and day out
Ain't no easy way outs
or easy exits
Don't sleep
We gon' ride
Keep my pistol on my side
Always creep wit' the nine
when I ride when I ride
Don't sleep
Blowin' pine
Always hustlin' on the grind
Cause I gotta get mine
all the time all the time
Don't sleep
We gon' ride
Keep my pistol on my side
Always creep wit' the nine
when I ride when I ride
Don't sleep
Blowin' pine
Always hustlin' on the grind
Cause I gotta get mine
all the time all the time
When I hit the street
All I can see is the grind
Blood sweat and tears
when I bust my rhyme
Yeah I un for my folk
like I load my nine
And when I let loose
Then no crew standin' but mine
I gives a damn 'bout lame nigga
actin' schiesty
Same one knew I was in jail
and didn't write me
Wanna fight me then come find me
What eva you do shawty
you betta think wisely
You might see me wit' a stack
in the trap
I use my thoughts and pen
Similar to a saran wrap
A lil' lame nigga
I'll neva be
Yeah I'ma keep it g
I'm from the Three
and Scrap will neva sleep Aye
We gon' ride
Keep my pistol on my side
Always creep wit' the nine
when I ride when I ride
Don't sleep
Blowin' pine
Always hustlin' on the grind
Cause I gotta get mine
all the time all the time
Don't sleep
We gon' ride
Keep my pistol on my side
Always creep wit' the nine
when I ride when I ride
Don't sleep
Blowin' pine
Always hustlin' on the grind
Cause I gotta get mine
all the time all the time
Don't sleep
Don't Sleep
Don't Sleep

Your my dick (this for all the baby daddies)
All the things i need (know what it is man)
But there's just one thing (baby you got to be true)

Oh, didn't i give you the cars, didn't i give you the moon, didn't i give you the stars
Put you in big ass house, put money in yo purse, put food in yo mouth
And i was real as hell, and all you could give me was a taste of hell
And i told you i cheated and that's all it takes for you to tell me to beat it

Don't be offended, of anything i might say

Didn't i give you a baby, and when i told you i love you it drive you crazy
Treated you like a queen, so you wouldn't feel like the other ladies
Oh, i gave you the world and you walked out my life cause i fucked another girl
Man, we gotta get this thang tight, gotta get this thang right
Cause it kinda sound like

<i>[Chorus:]</i>
Didn't i take 3 or 4 days to spend time with you, come on girl
Came home off the road, shawty, even when i wasn't spose to
Sure i gave her a lil dick but i gave all my love to you come on
Naw it aint about the money but it's funny when you get mad, shawty you gon never keep it true

Don't be offended of anything i might say

Of course you was there for me when my mouth was hurt and a nigga couldn't talk, talk
I remember when you were pregnant and i was there when you couldn't even walk, walk
Now i don't give a fuck about them other hoes as long as we could live life gold,
Yeah i'm looking at your pockets, they looking kinda swoll, does that make you a hoe, No

<i>[Chorus:]</i>

Oh, you had drama wit my mama, but i stayed wit you and ate it all up like a runner
And when you found out shit you got mad and got the hell on and beatit like a road runner
I hope you chill out cause you got my baby, and to me she the #1 stunna
You gotta cool that shit down baby even if you don't want to you gotta be true

Can't be offended, ya'll make ya'll baby want u son
This for all the baby daddies
You really love yo woman, you'd die fo yo woman
But they don't want it, they want to fight us
They got everything in the world
They say they won't leave us and keep it true
But they walk out of our lives
Aint it crazy
Take care of yo child nigga
I love my baby mama, she cool
Keep it flowin, keep knowing
Everyone keep it strong
G's up, get you cheese up
It's yo boy Lil Scrappy

Your my dick (this for all the baby daddies)
All the things i need (know what it is man)
But there's just one thing (baby you got to be true)

Oh, didn't i give you the cars, didn't i give you the moon, didn't i give you the stars
Put you in big ass house, put money in yo purse, put food in yo mouth
And i was real as hell, and all you could give me was a taste of hell
And i told you i cheated and that's all it takes for you to tell me to beat it

Don't be offended, of anything i might say

Didn't i give you a baby, and when i told you i love you it drive you crazy
Treated you like a queen, so you wouldn't feel like the other ladies
Oh, i gave you the world and you walked out my life cause i fucked another girl
Man, we gotta get this thang tight, gotta get this thang right
Cause it kinda sound like

<i>[Chorus:]</i>
Didn't i take 3 or 4 days to spend time with you, come on girl
Came home off the road, shawty, even when i wasn't spose to
Sure i gave her a lil dick but i gave all my love to you come on
Naw it aint about the money but it's funny when you get mad, shawty you gon never keep it true

Don't be offended of anything i might say

Of course you was there for me when my mouth was hurt and a nigga couldn't talk, talk
I remember when you were pregnant and i was there when you couldn't even walk, walk
Now i don't give a fuck about them other hoes as long as we could live life gold,
Yeah i'm looking at your pockets, they looking kinda swoll, does that make you a hoe, No

<i>[Chorus:]</i>

Oh, you had drama wit my mama, but i stayed wit you and ate it all up like a runner
And when you found out shit you got mad and got the hell on and beatit like a road runner
I hope you chill out cause you got my baby, and to me she the #1 stunna
You gotta cool that shit down baby even if you don't want to you gotta be true

Can't be offended, ya'll make ya'll baby want u son
This for all the baby daddies
You really love yo woman, you'd die fo yo woman
But they don't want it, they want to fight us
They got everything in the world
They say they won't leave us and keep it true
But they walk out of our lives
Aint it crazy
Take care of yo child nigga
I love my baby mama, she cool
Keep it flowin, keep knowing
Everyone keep it strong
G's up, get you cheese up
It's yo boy Lil Scrappy

(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>[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

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