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Down Heya (In The South)



And thats how we keep it crunk, from the club to the streets

To the two door Capri, crunk out with the beat

We shakin' hoes off, cut em' up like a slab

Then hit the studio and take it back to the lab



If 5 on 2, shit its all good, we ride through the hood

In the Delta 88', with that Georgia license plate

These niggas don't know

They don't even wanna show no love to a a nigga like me

So I just stay on the grind, stay down for mine

Trying to get mine in daily

Holla' at me like you know your fo', chiefing on that green green

Never snort a lot of coke, stayed down with the home team

Know what I mean? Some shit have a nigga stressed out

Make him small fast

Bout' 175 will quit to open that cannon and woop your ass

But ya' wait, get a bat face on the one-time while these hoes

Choose on the Attic Crew, my girl already been chose

These stankin' bitches get your boy caught up in that fuck shit

I know they suckin dick, but they thanking the game I spit

I put they ass in a rap and ride out on them hoes

Get wit' my slick partna' then hit the studio



Now see I jumps up, without a doubt

Not a question being asked as you dash, with no way out

Through the whirl-wind I spin, intruders, we break em' in.

Atlanta Georgia, we comin' for ya' with 50 men

In sets of 10, no sippin' gin, we steppin' in

Its the Attic Crew, no flaw within

We them Youngbloodz wit' plenty kin

No ifs, no ands, no buts, no grins

We after you, so what you do is count to three, then click your shoes

Then out the door, back to your hoe, down on the low, straight toe to toe

Cause J-Bo is who I be, won't fuck with you, don't fuck with me

So can't you see through the enemies

You'd besta be all you can fucking be

Stay sucker free, but first get some nuts

Before you fuck around and bite the dust

Now nigga what, so what you got now if you ride out on them ?cruts'?

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A day late and a dolla' short

On the cat walk, winding, tryin' to get meat

22 tryin' to see 23, shawty ?three U double T's?

What it ain't gonna be, what it is

Over years I been scratching and scraping

Still ain't came up with nay-thin', let everybody get they time to shine

Still waitin' on mine, ??

In the meantime tryin' to find a loophole

God knows where the next one, for dead

Got bust in the neck, nigga cryin', but the grind don't stop

Like time don't stop, like a nigga who drop

?? casket, cover it up and ride out, ain't got nothin' to be smiling bout'

Only bit ?fake chasers? I'm tryin' to waste

Gotta keep on stackin', gotta keep on packin'

Slackin' gonna get me hemmed up, posted up in the store

With the blow, don't show no flow

As long as though, see hit the gas flow

Gotta play it smart, gotta take it to the heart

Fuckin' around, gonna get you fucked up

?4:30, the hill, law gone?



Always underestimated, great don't gives a fuck, don't make mistakes

Shake em' off gonna get it crunk before this thang get too late

Hold up, wait, my homeboys straight, don't make me go upside your head

Drag your ass across the club, heard what I fuckin' said?

We ain't scared, prepared to take this thang to the streets

Capric-e and Fleetwood ride good Vouges with the beat

You might no understand a damn thang that I speak

I'm slizzard as hell, might stomp your punk ass to sleep

And when this thang get crunk, I pack it up and take it to the lab

Hit that gentlemens club, and grab a couple of hoes off on the ass

Laugh if you will, thank its funny but it ain't

What the fuck you gonna do, when they hit you, stick you for your bank

From the freeze-tag to the Fleetwoods, from the two door to the four door

Who got the leather, who got the cloth, who got the Vougues

With all the hoes, who got the gold, who got that grain

Who got the green, who got the chains, who got the bitch

I got the Fleetwood, girls most likely to complain

See somethangs can't be explained, how we really do this man

Hit the lab, make it talk, now you here me once again

Have you jumpin' and shakin', like you off in that blue flame

Whats really going on holmes, can you really tell me man



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