| ATL, ATL, ATL
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| ATL, ATL, ATL
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| Like my godfather told me, a lot of niggas through here
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| I grew here, streets raised me since a baby
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| Trouble dropped out, and was captain dope dealer
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| My first word was motherfucker, made that motherfucker boom
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| By the time 200 came round, got a mind of my own
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| I hit people with the three round tool, pops wasn’t home
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| Goin through the city, waitin for things to process
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| Marv and me raised hell, that’s when I got my first net
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| You either sellin bricks or battereys
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| A lotta cops came after me for that, but that ain’t me
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| Wait for elementerey, middle I win
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| Some thought I was vilant, till the word got out
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| I was shakin shit with D boys, they got the police right to us
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| ATL, ATL, ATL
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| ATL, ATL, ATL
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| Nigga, this ATL’s finest
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| What I done, streets where you can find us
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| Raised up with the crack pay
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| Shootin holes through yo head
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| Break into your mama house, you was breast fed
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| I done tell the boys let’s get it, gotta get the sute
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| Posted up at the red stoop
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| This ain’t a tent booth, this a war zone
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| These niggas, they know my words
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| All around the A, it’s like Edgwood, nigga, don’t play with me, you heard
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| ATL, ATL, ATL
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| ATL, ATL, ATL |