| Shouts out to all my hoods across the A gettin it in
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| My Eastside niggaz, my Westside niggaz
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| Big shouts to the Northside («DJ Spinz, fuck nigga!»)
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| I could go on and on for days and days and song for song yeah
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| I could go on and on for days and days and song for song yeah
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| It’s 'bout that Eastside tale, yeah I can tell you 'bout that Eastside tale
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| It’s 'bout that Eastside tale, let me tell you 'bout another Eastside tale
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| («M… L… K!!»)
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| Let me say again! |
| You’ll never know that no matter what song
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| what the concept is or whatever, I’m tryin to keep it 100
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| So I may not be givin you the story but the story got the truth in it
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| You feel me? |
| («SCREAM!!»)
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| Oh yeah, believe it, I can tell many secrets
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| But the mo' I talk about them that’s just the mo' that you see 'em
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| Yup — I’m a believer, not sayin I’m religious
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| But I see somethin wrong with how we livin in my city
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| Why everybody from Decatur wanna be a sanger?
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| or be an entertainer, or to be rich and famous?
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| You see us on TV, you sit for hours and you stare
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| Not sayin that we Gods, but that’s what they try to make us
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| And like I said — even though I’m tryin to get to paid
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| I ain’t fin' to do what they want me to do dawg
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| Realer than that I’m from Decatur
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| Decatur’s a city that’s gon' be on yo' mind soon as you think about it
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| Hell yeah I’m from the Eastside
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| Ain’t sayin it just to get the streets behind me
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| Ain’t like slum, but I know where I’m from
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| So I spit it for the slums and the street society
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| It’s yo' block that I’m beatin down
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| So that real shit’s what I’m speakin 'bout
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| Now I can probably, tell you a lie
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| to tell the stories about people’s problems
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| But everything that I got to say is
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| contagious like
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| Don’t play ball but I’m Atlanta’s Bravest
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| So if I’m fake then it’s not today
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| Now I can sit up here and lie up in my rhyme
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| and tell you everything is fine but y’all ain’t blind — nah! |