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me a radio station playing something fast and I turned it up real
loud

And if I'm not over you by the time I get to Georgia
Then I'll be Alabama
[Chorus: x2]

Yeah, Flocka said lets do it
And this real money, so we getting to it
And yo bitch, she choosin', 
But if you ain't talking dollars, keep
doper than the fluid cellur
I flip it all up by myself
I give my niggas recipes
So they can turn to something else
They love to work
That's why I
"This is for the real niggas"

Yo, hard beats like this keep my mentality raw
I G off C 4 lyrics to blow off them Lex door
My tex-ture be the kind
"This is for the real niggas"

Yo, hard beats like this keep my mentality raw
I G off C 4 lyrics to blow off them Lex door
My tex-ture be
Whitey Bulge' your horse, soldier leaving Vietnam
Pledge allegiance to the flag
Where we keep it 100 and get your money back
Pull a plug, brain dead, dope
the money dance
Whitey Bulge' your horse, soldier leaving Vietnam
Pledge allegiance to the flag
Where we keep it 100 and get your money back
Pull a plug,
Across the Georgia line for a ticket for the lotto
Probably never see his name in the headlines
But if I had a plane, I'd put it in the sky
Alabama

She's
on a
Microphone on the stage cold illin'
The knowledge I drop will be heard by millions
We ain't the problems, we ain't the villains
It's the suckers deprivin'
by the courts and keep comin'
Dummy, just embracing the dope like it's a woman
You burnin' both sides of the rope and keep pullin'
Tuggin', in
getting at?
Now if I'm losing you tell me then I'll double back
But keep in mind, at the time keep it real was the phrase
Silly once said now, but those
rottin' niggas, we takin' over
We Field boys, we soldiers, representin' Georgia

It's Da' Durty, Da' Durty, dirty
Da' Durty, boy, it's real in the field
We Field boys, we soldiers, representin' Georgia

It's Da' Durty, Da' Durty, dirty
Da' Durty, boy, it's real in the field
It's Da' Durty, Da' Durty,
it in my eyes
I ain't playin' wit 'em homie
Yeah I'm strapped when I ride
You real nigga yeah he keep it way hood
To govern a bitch, I make Georgia
on a
Microphone on the stage cold illin'
The knowledge I drop will be heard by millions
We ain't the problems, we ain't the villains
It's the suckers deprivin'
Keepin' it real, son, that's right
The shining star, you're my shining star, girl

Yo, New York in the house
Is Brooklyn in the house?
Uptown in
Got a BX connect and a Georgia Team
My life is juicy nigga
It was all a dream
It's my house so I'm a ask you to leave
I'm like carbon-dioxide
Cause
touched the stove
I told my bitch "You mine's now, you ain't gotta work
Just keep it real and let's go spend the mils"

Cartier frames, call me four
what?
Can't be a joke I've been through too many games
Niggas laugh, but my expression wasn't hardly the same
Show me respect cause it's due, you keep
up kids do anything, hustlers keep loot to show (what?)

The game is hot you could never be a winner
Just begun a game so considered a beginner
chicken wangs 
I grew up on booty shake we did not know no better thang 
So go 'head and, diss it, while real hop-hippers listen 
Started by Afrikan
at
The Southern slang, finger waves and Mojo chicken wings
I grew up on booty shake we did not know no better thing
So go 'head and, diss it, while real
hoes and buyin' them gifts (trick ass)
You mad when you find out some other niggaz get it
Ain't payin' no bills just stayin' real and still be hittin'
Keep the change, got to go
Flirt, tryna talk dirty
Georgia-bred, you can tell by my Hawk jersey
Hit me up if you get off early
Then I dap out, so
of the food chain
Keep the crown clown I rock a L.A. Dodger fitted
Showed my ass at Summer Jam but New York was down wit' it
Now the ball's in my court never

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