paroles de chanson
Uh,
uh
Now
if
you
hard,
won't
you
try
and
blast
I'm
in
the
Benz
when
we
ridin'
past
Flooded
AK-47
hangin'
out
the
sliding
glass
(Brrap)
Unstoppable,
ain't
no
tellin'
what
we
might
surpass
Game
tight
as
ass,
niggas
dyin',
meet
Christ
and
dash
Strippin'
the
mash,
my
family
orientation
Provokin'
me
to
homicidal
situations
which
I'm
facin'
A
little
beef,
I
never
mind
it
when
I'm
blunted
Too
many
niggas
assumin'
that
they
rhymin',
that
they
run
it
Niggas,
the
gates
of
Hell
what
you
findin'
for
the
stuntin'
Punish
punks
'til
they
throwin'
up
the
lining
in
they
stomach
Like
a
diamond,
they
astonished,
my
shine
is
incredible
Placin'
me
and
my
politicians
on
personal
pedestals
Atlanta
is
the
city
where
pity
is
obsolete
Gettin'
gritty,
my
corrupted
committee,
we
pack
the
heat
Back
up,
this
is
the
slaughterhouse
Down
and
dirty,
similar
to
what
they
call
the
South
When
I
run
my
mouth
[Chorus:
Sleepy
Brown
& (T.I.)
Where
you
from?
(The
D-T)
Where
you
live?
(A-T-L)
Where
they
smoke?
(Clearwood)
Where
they
kill?
(On
Natiel)
Where
you
hang?
(College
Park)
Where
you
slang?
(Gresham
Road)
Every
side
of
town,
nigga,
bust
your
thangs
Bring
your
boys
to
the
fight,
we
gon'
bomb
on
sight
Bring
your
boys
to
the
fight,
we
gon'
bomb
on
sight
Bring
your
boys
to
the
fight,
we
gon'
bomb
on
sight
We
gon'
bomb
on
sight,
we
gon'
bomb
on
sight
I'm
closin'
shop
with
the
iron,
posted
and
poppin'
the
nine
My
adversaries
be
deceased
at
the
drop
of
a
dime
Play
'em
like
dummies,
they
scummy,
snitchin',
mouth
hella
runny
We
execute
'em
and
preserve
the
corpse
like
it's
a
mummy
A
trophy
of
justice
'cause
a
snitch
couldn't
be
trusted
My
uppercuts
knock
out
of
bitch
niggas
by
cuspids
I
mob,
screamin',
"Fuck
it,"
to
the
coppers
and
hoes
Provokin'
haters
to
try
me
and
I
let
the
choppers
unload
Watch
the
ten,
I
be
a
legendary
nigga
Who's
strapped
with
the
nine,
in
my
sock,
I
got
a
secondary
trigger
It's
a
deuce-double,
and
when
I
shoot,
it's
trouble
The
flames
incinerate
your
flesh
and
make
your
vest
sizzle
and
bubble
You
don't
wanna
tussle,
my
manifestation
is
havoc
Haters
in
closed
caskets,
the
prediction
is
tragic
Fifty
quarter
billion
until
I
see
death
I
had
the
art
of
facts
of
pimpin'
when
I
took
my
first
steps
[Chorus:
Sleepy
Brown
& (T.I.)
Where
you
from?
(The
D-T)
Where
you
live?
(A-T-L)
Where
they
smoke?
(Clearwood)
Where
they
kill?
(On
Natiel)
Where
you
hang?
(College
Park)
Where
you
slang?
(Gresham
Road)
Every
side
of
town,
nigga,
bust
your
thangs
Bring
your
boys
to
the
fight,
we
gon'
bomb
on
sight
Bring
your
boys
to
the
fight,
we
gon'
bomb
on
sight
Bring
your
boys
to
the
fight,
we
gon'
bomb
on
sight
We
gon'
bomb
on
sight,
we
gon'
bomb
on
sight
I'm
'bout
that
action,
I'm
'bout
that
blastin'
Fuckin'
spells
is
what
I'm
castin'
Bitch-made
niggas
get
assassin'd
From
the
seat
is
where
I'm
dashin'
I'm
'bout
that
blow,
I'm
'bout
that
'dro,
bitch,
that's
fo'
sho'
And
candy-coated
motherfuckers
get
a
fuckin'
bow
I'm
'bout
that
issue,
I'm
'bout
to
hit
you
Bitch
like
me
be
'bout
to
diss
you
Come
up
talkin'
that
shit,
nigga,
we
grind
you
up
like
tissue
I'm
'bout
that
gun
clappin',
I'm
'bout
that
pimp
slappin'
So
let's
make
it
happen,
your
ass,
I'm
tappin'
Always
snappin',
fuck
the
yappin',
'cause
I'm
trappin'
Lame-ass
niggas
who
be
runnin'
off
at
the
mouth
You
talk
that
shit,
I'ma
load
my
clip
And
we
finna
see
what
you's
about
Demolition
is
my
mission,
MAC-11s
you'll
be
kissin'
Tryna
run
up
and
diss
this
clique
Nigga,
your
face,
you
will
be
fixin'
Nevertheless,
never
the
less,
should've
come
with
your
very
best
Watch
me
clip
this
through
your
chest
Better
be
packed
with
your
bulletproof
vest
Steadily
killin'
off
niggas
that
step
up
and
test
Fuck
with
me
and,
bitch,
your
body
will
rest
Will
not
give
up
'til
I
finish
my
quest
Two
shots
to
the
head
and
the
body
done
rest
[Chorus:
Sleepy
Brown
& (T.I.)
Where
you
from?
(The
D-T)
Where
you
live?
(A-T-L)
Where
they
smoke?
(Clearwood)
Where
they
kill?
(On
Natiel)
Where
you
hang?
(College
Park)
Where
you
slang?
(Gresham
Road)
Every
side
of
town,
nigga,
bust
your
thangs
Bring
your
boys
to
the
fight,
we
gon'
bomb
on
sight
Bring
your
boys
to
the
fight,
we
gon'
bomb
on
sight
Bring
your
boys
to
the
fight,
we
gon'
bomb
on
sight
We
gon'
bomb
on
sight,
we
gon'
bomb
on
sight
Album
The Myth of Reality
1 Outro (Why We Did This)
2 Take It
3 Duck Ya Grill
4 On Site
5 Myth Of Reality
6 Whatcha Sayin'
7 My Niggas
8 Loaded Up
9 Yeen Hard
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