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Lil Jon & Eastside Boyz

Genres: Hip-Hop

Bme Click Lyrics - Lil Jon & Eastside Boyz

(Lil Jon) 

Yea! Yea! Yea! Yea! Check this out 

(whats up) 

It's your Motherfucka Boy Lil Jon 

(That's Right nigga) 

BME Click 

(yea) 

represent right 

(Yea) 

Now IIIIII just got to get some shit out my chess 

(let it out) 

It's a lot Fuck Nigga been talking shit about me 

(fuck) 

but you know what 

Pussy Nigga I Don't give a fuck 

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

 

(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 in the 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 8 ball song 

I Like that benze go ahead and run that man 

Boy you'ze a ho I think you wanna 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 with stuvella that would stop the cane 

Boss the plane they livin' on fantasy island 

Double move if a quake made Atlanta Island 

 

(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 

aint a whole saler 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 

 

(Black Boi) 

See I ain't come to play 

(say what) 

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 No 

I was strapped at it bitch 

Before you close the door now dats for show 

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

Motherfucka 

 

(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 

 

(LA) 

T-R-Y M-E pussy nigga 

Lil LA off in this biych 

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 for 

Sic 'em git 'em split 'em hit 'em 

Tear that nigga ass up 

I kill for fun mayne (mayne) 

I ain't jokin mayne (Mayne) 

What's up back up fuck nigga 

Who you talkin 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 

 

(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 zula-sci-quen 

Charlie and fate wishin that yo bitch ass made it 

Crunker then a dog in the south west gate 

we got hoe shakin ass others got it for sale 

Real head bustin head with a work and the mail 

What's that smell ya dead ass in a hotel 

No evidence because now guns in the chair 

Cramp in my leg from sittin in the car to waitin on ya Lil Jon, the esb finna put they hands on ya 

Got claims on yo life the hitman I be 

You want the job done just holla at me, yeah 

 

(Bo Hagon) 

I can't feel the ground the beneath me 

one of these hoes is down to freak me 

Haters they allowed to 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 

 

(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 Silverado 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 the trigger 

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

 

(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 just sayin' this shit to let you know what's real 

You Bitch bitch 

Hoe hoe 

Ass ass 

Nigga nigga 

 

We Ain't Playing 

Money Slangin 

Testifying Gangsta ridin 

More Rich them shit 

i'm just singin ATL ain't fucking playing