Bme Click

(Lil Jon)

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It's your Motherfucka Boy Lil Jon (That's Right)

BME Click (yeah!) represent right (yeah! Yeah!)

Now IIIIII just got to get some shit out my chess (let it out)

It's a lot Fuck Nigga been talking shit bout me, (fuck)

fuck but you know what?

Pussy Nigga I Don't give a fuck

I'm a Real Nigga, Real Nigga Handle His Motherfucka bizness like my nigga about to do right now

Verse 1: (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 n' a 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 8ball song

I Like that benze go ahead and run that man

Boy you'ze a ho I think you jwanna 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' ??? would stop the cane

Boss the plane they livin' on fantasy island

Double move if a quake made Atlanta Island

Verse 2: (Don P)

This ya boy Don P

AKA get away from me

I don't play I just ride

How they gon' see nigga 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 nigga back back some

Ain't really smart but ain't that dumb

????? nigga you can keep it crunk

I don't drop hits nigga I drop bombs

Forget bein' a star nigga I'm a fuckin' sun

Nigga lookin' at me talkin' 'bout it's all good

Kings of crunk nigga comin through yo hood

bitch

Verse 3: (Black Boi)

See I ain't come to play

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 shit

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 Nooo

I was strapped at it bitch

Before you close the door now dats fa sho

We on that dro when you get up out my car bitch don't slam my door

Motherfucka

Verse 3: (Dirty Mouth)

ATL is my home

And know my hip keep that chrome

For the ones who talkin' shit

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 nigga full of confession

So while I'm diggin' in your purse I keep that heat for protection

Now gimme your loot

This motherfucka gon' make me pimp shoot

This motherfucka 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 motherfucka that wanted to listen I took his ass out the game bitch

Verse 4: (LA)

T-R-Y M-E pussy nigga

Lil LA off in this bi*ch

Ready to bust yo fuckin' shit

Bitch rich nigga 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 nigga to be fuckin' wit fo

Sic 'em git 'em split 'em hit 'em

Tear that nigga ass up

I kill for fun mayne and

I ain't jokin mayne

What's up back up fuck nigga

Who you takin to

Yeah scary ass nigga we comin' for you

If you wanna talk shit better be prepared

To live and die in the motherfuckin' ATL yeah

Verse 5: (Yo Gotti)

Ain't nothin' like a good ass whoopin' to set it off

Come how you want it bitch and ya pussy ass off

Them little niggas ain't gon' fight

So I'ma shoot first

Big nigga wanna tustle so put them hands to work

Decatur want it Decatur ready Decatur dead in the end

Ho click mo bitch than a ???

Chyna and fate wishin yo bi*ch ass dead

Crunker then a dog in the south west gate

I got h*** shakin they ass I got it made

Real bed bust head with a work and the mail

What's that smell ya dead ass in a hotel

No evidence cuz the gun in the chair

Cramp in my leg from sittin in the car and waitin

Lil Jon and the esb finna put they hands on ya

Got claim on yo life the hitman I be

You want the job done just holla at me, yeah

Verse 6: (Bo Hagon)

I can't feel the ground the beneath me

one of these hoes is down to freak me

Haters they shoot rounds to leak me

Have my family sittin' 'round to weep me

Life as a hustla an everyday struggler tryin' to double up

And I ain't a fuckin' juggler if you ever try to trouble us

Better knuckle up

The streets they know what it is

They know what the fake they know what the real

They go for the kill do what you feel hop in the 'lac flash ya grill

Show your gold throw your bows

Stay on ya toes and don't trust these hoes

Play ya part and do ya thang

Always put money before the fame

Verse 7: (Lil Bo)

Y'all niggas don't wanna see me

Runnin' 'round here hatin' on me

Wanna know what I do wit my cheese

'84 Silerado Chevy

Now I can buy that nine eleven

And I can get that Escalade

Bout to hit the corner pop the trunk and let that thang spray

Reppin that GA decatur's where I stay

Nothin but real niggas and bitches out here 'round my way

Lil Bo I be that nigga quick to pull a trigger

An' put some lead in the head of a fuck nigga

Verse 8: (Big Sam)

Woke up this mornin nigga

With a pump and my hand on the trigger

Had a dream last night I was bein' hated on by a bunch of these fuck niggas

These niggas done made me slip now into my alias now

Coup de gras SWAT officers and all these haters and these niggas right now

Frankly I'm hot and pissed

This shit is ludacris

Same niggas you grew up wit nigga

Same niggas get they wig split

So keep flexin' and talkin and get your ass whipped

Motherfucka you must not know who you fuckin' wit

I'm DJ 64 that nigga XL

Big Sam sayin' this shit to let you know what's real

You bitch bitch ho ho

Ass ass nigga nigga

We Ain't Playing

Money Slingin

justifying Gangsta ridin

More Rich them shit

i'm just singin ATL ain't fucking playing.