It's On Da Map

Hook: 8x

It's on da map (uh huh, yeah!)

Verse 1: Drama

Been down and dirty from the start

Bitch I been damn hard

Kept it treal, locked our grills, stayed away from them buster's

Hidey hi, hidey ho, listen nigga this here how it go

C-4 to ya door, blow yo muthafuckin block off

Thoroughbred, bitch, ho, nigga, let's lock up

A-t-l-a-n-t-a, G-A that's where I fuckin' stay

Haps and hurl ya gats, listen boy check ya map

Hydro, I blow everyday all day

When I die Lord please let me be high and fucked up

A blunt off in my mouth and some yak off in my cup

Chin checking, wig splitter, with a tank off in my pants

Fuck the talking, square it out, cock ya pistol let's dance

Its Tight IV Life and this ya Colonel, Mr. D-r-a-m-a

Godby Road is where ya from and that's located in the A

But since ya won'ts ta ask, then I got to let 'cha know

I represent Atlanta, Georgia, please believe that's on the blow

Hook: 8x

It's on da map (uh huh, yeah!)

Verse 2: Pastor Troy

I pump slugs, please do not play with me

I promise you gone see a place that you gone hate to be

I stand there patiently, then I start cranking up

This Remi in my cup

Tell them they fucking up

I come from way back, it's Bankhead ho

A North Avenue, 1342

While you at home with boo, I'm on the grind ho

I come from Georgia ho

Just thought I'd let y'all know

I puff upon my dro', the best I ever had

Please do not make me mad, with all the ackin bad

Boy I swear I got some bullets long as ding-a-ling

And I ain't only killing you I'm killing everything

So bling bling if ya wanna, I'm cut off jeans and a tee

I'm representing like a flag for D.S.G.B.

Ain't nothing free so you ol' me for this ass spankin'

Where the muthafuckers from what'cha thinking

Hook: 8x

It's on da map (uh huh, yeah!)

Verse 3: Fabo

There come the police, knocking on my do'

With the GBI, said I was over the Georgia line

I committed a homicide

Running for my life this year it's 2000 I'm bout to get mine

Started flipping the scrip, on the grind, all the time

Now it's tragedy, cause everybody know what's happening

They got me up at the post office, they after me

Can't capture me

I'm a young gun, a desperado

Go blow for blow

I'm a hell of a nigga, they already know

I know they'll try that's why I got my vest protecting my chest

And I'm dressed in black boy

And that's the really take care of the rest

I'm feeling distressed, I know I should've but do I would

Muthafucker tried to buck, that's why I had to do it

I could've blew it, I did it execution style

He was on his knees and nailed his hands on the bathroom tile

I stayed awhile, and filled the house of evidence

They go through hell fucking with this Georgia resident

Hook: 16x

It's on the map (uh huh, yeah!)

(Pastor Troy)

They bout to see a blood bath, A blood bath