Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song It's On Da' Map, artist - Fabo. Album song Uncaged, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 30.01.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tight 2 Def
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 |