Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song It's On Da' Map , by - Fabo. Release date: 30.01.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
It's On Da' Map |
| Been down and dirty from the start |
| Bitch I been damn hard |
| Kept it treal, locked our grills, stayed away from them buster’s |
| Hidey hi, hidey ho, listen nigga this here how it go |
| C-4 to ya door, blow yo muthafuckin block off |
| Thoroughbred, bitch, ho, nigga, let’s lock up |
| A-t-l-a-n-t-a, G-A that’s where I fuckin' stay |
| Haps and hurl ya gats, listen boy check ya map |
| Hydro, I blow everyday all day |
| When I die Lord please let me be high and fucked up |
| A blunt off in my mouth and some yak off in my cup |
| Chin checking, wig splitter, with a tank off in my pants |
| Fuck the talking, square it out, cock ya pistol let’s dance |
| Its Tight IV Life and this ya Colonel, Mr. D-r-a-m-a |
| Godby Road is where ya from and that’s located in the A |
| But since ya won’ts ta ask, then I got to let 'cha know |
| I represent Atlanta, Georgia, please believe that’s on the blow |
| Hook: 8x |
| It’s on da map (uh huh, yeah!) |
| Verse 2: Pastor Troy |
| I pump slugs, please do not play with me |
| I promise you gone see a place that you gone hate to be |
| I stand there patiently, then I start cranking up |
| This Remi in my cup |
| Tell them they fucking up |
| I come from way back, it’s Bankhead ho |
| A North Avenue, 1342 |
| While you at home with boo, I’m on the grind ho |
| I come from Georgia ho |
| Just thought I’d let y’all know |
| I puff upon my dro', the best I ever had |
| Please do not make me mad, with all the ackin bad |
| Boy I swear I got some bullets long as ding-a-ling |
| And I ain’t only killing you I’m killing everything |
| So bling bling if ya wanna, I’m cut off jeans and a tee |
| I’m representing like a flag for D.S.G.B |
| Ain’t nothing free so you ol' me for this ass spankin' |
| Where the muthafuckers from what’cha thinking |
| Hook: 8x |
| It’s on da map (uh huh, yeah!) |
| Verse 3: Fabo |
| There come the police, knocking on my do' |
| With the GBI, said I was over the Georgia line |
| I committed a homicide |
| Running for my life this year it’s 2000 I’m bout to get mine |
| Started flipping the scrip, on the grind, all the time |
| Now it’s tragedy, cause everybody know what’s happening |
| They got me up at the post office, they after me |
| Can’t capture me |
| I’m a young gun, a desperado |
| Go blow for blow |
| I’m a hell of a nigga, they already know |
| I know they’ll try that’s why I got my vest protecting my chest |
| And I’m dressed in black boy |
| And that’s the really take care of the rest |
| I’m feeling distressed, I know I should’ve but do I would |
| Muthafucker tried to buck, that’s why I had to do it |
| I could’ve blew it, I did it execution style |
| He was on his knees and nailed his hands on the bathroom tile |
| I stayed awhile, and filled the house of evidence |
| They go through hell fucking with this Georgia resident |
| Hook: 16x |
| It’s on the map (uh huh, yeah!) |
| (Pastor Troy) |
| They bout to see a blood bath, A blood bath |