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- Niggas in the point aint changed
Niggas in the point aint changed
Yeah...
A nigga ready from the get-go (Blaow, blaow, blaow)
Yall hear my shit go, its Andre
Can yo punk ass come out to play?
Stay in your little hole, then coward duck your head
You dont know who you be fucking with, yous better off
Dead is what I say , best run the other way
In case of physical breakdown, yall can break now
My kitchen full of heat, if you cant take the temp
Make yourself exempt
Pussy footing around dont be getting yall nowhere but stuck
Nowhere to duck, bullets fly, niggas die
By getting blasted, how drastic
They got the nerve to ask me why I do the things I do
I got the nerve to serve you up just like a waiter do
But naw, I take that back, thats my problem
Turning and walking away
This aint gon work when they be robbing
As long as Big Bois still living, never standing by my lonesome
Step up, nigga, if you want some
Aint no thang but a chicken wang
Wes having a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane
Its just a pimps ( players), Mack daddies (East Point)
Its all about that cess in yo chest (Its the joint)
Aint no thang but a chicken wang
Wes having a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane
Its just a pimps (players), Mack daddies (East Point)
Its all about that cess in yo chest (Its the joint)
Well, nigga, you softer than silicone used to pump up tits
Its that nigga down in the Dungeon with them playeristic hits
Im quick to stop a sucka flow like menopause at 50
Original ghetto bastard, so now I makes a switch
I used to sell dope, but in 1994
Im making Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik
But see these voices in my skull has got me reminiscing
About the days back when me mammy had to work in kitchens
She had me making better grades to make a better life
But I never had no love or respect, cause wes gon be alright
I ran the streets and broke my curfew cause I gave a shit
I carried guns and butcher knives cause I was steadily in the mix
Yeah, it was so hard to say goodbye, Im a man now
Im at the end of my street, so its time to take my stand now
I call the wild because its time to take the streets
So if you aint got the vertebrae or big enough nuts, retreat
Im ready to wet em up like cereal
Just an international playa, coming through your stereo
Aint no thang but a chicken wang
Wes having a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane
Its just a pimps (players), Mack daddies (East Point)
Its all about that cess in yo chest (Its the joint)
Aint no thang but a chicken wang
Wes having a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane
Its just a pimps (players), Mack daddies (East Point)
Its all about that cess in yo chest (Its the joint)
3-5-7 to your forehead
Therell be mo' dead cause Im a pro, kid
But Lord forgive me, I gots to keep my Milli right Vi-near me
My nine be doing fine until these niggas wants to clear me
Off my street, but in my hood-hood, they hollering ghetto
Dont got no neighbors, they hit the pipe and never let go
But I feel for them like Chaka Khan feel for you
Aint shit that we can do but rest in peace, pour a brew
On the concrete, remember when we ran deep?
Remember at the party when we served them niggas dandy?
They know not to test us, test me, do me, try me
Tripping with that drama, my Berettas right beside me
One is in the air and one is in the chamber
Yall ask me what the fuck Im doing, Im releasing anger
Quick to dodge danger, Im taking it one day
At a time, I got the fattest dimes around my way
You can sway with Andre, Ill take it to the Ho-Jo, bitch
Just to let you know, yeah
Aint no thang but a chicken wang
Wes having a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane
Its just a pimps (players), Mack daddies (East Point)
Its all about that cess in yo chest (Its the joint)
Aint no thang but a chicken wang
Wes having a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane
Its just a pimps (players), Mack daddies (East Point )
Its all about that cess in yo chest (Its the joint)
Its on my friend, on the road again, Im traveling
Do more than 65 on 85 off in my Cadillac
I got that nigga Dre, he riding shotgun
And got my pump under my seat
In case these youngsters wanna have some fun
Id do it if I have to, busting caps with this, a heater
Load it clip up after clip, Im packing my gauge, if I feel it
The Glock, the gat, the nine, the heaters
See, I be busting caps like my amp be busting speakers
So how do you figure that Big Boi be scared to blast you?
You posed to be the quickest draw, but man, I hail em faster
1-2-3, you need to think about the future
Before I shoot your ass and dilute your blood with lead
From my hollow tips, Ill send you to an early grave
You fucking slave, you better try another way
To take me out is truly something difficult
Dont even run up on me unless you want your brain broke
Im out of bullets, letting loose my last clip
Ima kick you in your ass and your nigga getting pistol whipped
Yeah, thats how I do
You know thats how I do, you know thats how I do
Aint no thang but a chicken wang
Wes having a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane
Its just a pimps (players), Mack daddies (East Point)
Its all about that cess in yo chest (Its the joint)
Aint no thang but a chicken wang
Wes having a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane
Its just a pimps (players), Mack daddies (East Point)
Its all about that cess in yo chest (Its the joint)
Yeah, and it dont stop and it dont quit, to the motherfucking
Organized Noize, PA, Goodie Mob, Big Gipp and all the niggas
Around the East Point way
College Park is really on the map
We coming around Atlanta and the niggas are really strapped
With the motherfucking guns and the motherfucking Glocks
The heaters, the gats, nigga, dont fear it and it dont stop
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