Lyrics:
to top all the loosed ends
My homeboy lost his sista in a carry
He's still alive but through her eyes he done saw her death
And when he came he was
slum computer wizard
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards
The wildlife that kills for ice trife, like by the digits
Gorillas injected with
Strait cash homie
Glove box no safe
Stop by my place
Gargoyles in your face
Lakebreeze ACE
Dig your grave with my spade
I whip it in the six
Down
Head to the lake for a couple of days see trailers and dogs with just three legs Lots of folks walkin' on by drinking 40s and all hazy-eyed
Handicap
the way out Atlanta can't wait meet her
Shawty so bad yeah I need her
Her her her
Shawty so bad yeah I need her
Shawty so bad yeah I need her
Shawty so bad
to me when we fuckin' (talk back)
Big rocks on my wrist, I bust it (bling)
Big Glock on my hip, I'm clutchin' (let's go)
Get lost on a bitch, ain't
nuts, then I (yeah)
Check my ball hair (what?), make sure it's all there (yeah)
Then call the pallbearer (yeah)
It's Music to Be Murdered By again, why
Ayy, tell me you fuck with it, yeah
Downtown Atlanta, downtown Atlanta
Underground sound
Ayy, baby, what's happenin'?
I might buy time, this
On the road to Atlanta
Making hits with my patterns
Making hits with my patterns
Everydays a disaster
I remember I ain't have shit
Now I couldn't get it faster
to the land, we poppin' (jet to the)
See you in Atlanta, no tropics (in the land)
I'ma fuck a nurse in crops and (ayy, ayy)
Every single drink got tox' in it
whole section
Them youngins in my hood done made
The murder rate sky high
We shooting niggas dead in they face
We don't do drive-bys
Twenty-five pound
Sense
Houston and Atlanta we love you
Peace to the West Coast they really set the Doggs loose
We always say the future's in today's children
If so,
Never-ending thirst for data
Salvaged from the lost computer
Immaculate, verses scatter
We tackle and toss a loser off a pedestal created by actions
lil' nigga, you ain't no real one
You ain't got no money, nigga, that's your fault, go and get you some
I lead by example
I was down bad, fucked up,
You ask me to help you?
How can I when you've kidnapped and stole him
For all I know, even murdered
By nightfall, we will have left your Earth
stuck a needle in his arm
Then he lost his band
He started liftin' shops
It didn't take long
To get cuffed by the cops
And right about now
stomach looking lean
But No not me
Already stung by that bee
Was a prisoner of war
But now I'm free
Like a guy named Stacy
Got on with life
Got out
lost for words
Infatuated by her beauty
And her wonderful curves
I said, bitch, I'm Dirt McGirt
Fresh out and back on the scene
And don't you ever in
spray paint
We used to smoke on the green after the Sun hit the hay
And made it home by nine or daddy's temper would blaze
In them high-school front
Way back in the summer of eighty-three
Kevin drove a bike for the Dickie Dee
He was older than us by two or three years
With long lanky legs he had
Knowing in my heart that these same niggas would die for me
Bleed, tears of love for lost blood
You can see the pain in my eyes and what it does and why
Atlanta
Going out like a youngin
Death before dishonor every nigga
With me they dumping
Pussy niggas don't want smoke we
Bend yo corner nigga
Out the top
gang
Take a trip to ease my pain
Double R down in Miami
I couldn't wait for it to rain
I just touched down in Atlanta
With that fire on me
I might just
Nigga, that's what them noodles do
Thought I'd be dead by the age of nineteen
I been doing this shit, it might be brand new to you
I needed food on my
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