Klear J:
Yeah Nigga,
Klear to the motherfucking J
(Uh Huh)
Uh Huh
(Yeah)
T-Money of in this bitch
(Uh Huh, Yeah keeps repeating)
Motherfucking, Georgia Boy of in this bitch, nigga
We ˜bout to get crunk up in this shit with this Yeah nigga
Throw ya' motherfucking Ace up if you with us nigga,
Yeah !
(Uh Huh, Yeah repeats two times)
Yeah, Yeah, I'm on some real shit/
That you can't fuck with/
I'm here to help you motherfucker get buck with it/
Me and my nigga throw that click up and you know the deal/
The Ace in the air to show these niggaz we ˜bout to wild in here/
I make'em say (Yeah) everytime my track is on/
Don't promote that gay shit cause nigga I don't wear no thongs/
Nigga I'm home grown, dirty south born, up out that red clay/
And don't have step when it comes to making paper (hey)/
You can't get me twisted because my lyrics they speak the truth/
And my rims spinning because I be a baller at youth/
And them niggaz hated, they tried to put me down on my flow/
But I be that nigga that like to put'em down on the floor/
Can't stop what I'm doing because I'm way to deep in this/
Yeah number 2, this time I didn't come with a diss/
But if you nigga trip then I'ma have to straight handle shit/
Go dig up all your dirt and spill your secrets you little bitch¦

T-Money:
(T-Money) Yeah/
(T-Money) Yeah/
I make them nigga say Yeah/
Look and stare/
We is that there, that's T-Money that's stacking cheese/
Putting hoe on they knees and niggaz know I ride for these/
Niggaz that by my side/
ATM we got our pride/
Yeah motherfucker, we leave your ass dead or alive/
But it don't matter cause you won't find out/
We peep y'all niggaz in the back, then we make you sign out/
Your life, the check/
You disrespect, the tech'll leave you wet/
You will regret, me and my nigga round here put you in check/
So understand that it's real and pimpin' all good/
All gravy, rep the hood, Eufaula, if you could/
Step to us, let us know that you'ze about something/
If you ain't, then nigga you know you stunting for nothing/
Better get some growth and better stand up for yourself/
Cause you'ze a pussy ass nigga, you know that bad for your health/
(Georgia Boy: It's bad for your health)
Now where's the wealth nigga, yeah¦

Georgia Boy:
Meet your motherfucking death, fucking with me/
GA to the motherfucking B will leave you in the street/
Playing with my niggaz, that's the wrong thang for you mayne/
Fucking with my crew, we'll bust your motherfucking brain/
Leave your ass in the street/
Or six feet fucking deep/
In a ditch, nigga it, really don't, matter to me/
Klear J off, in this bitch/
Georgia Boy I represent/
C-Town, Mid Side nigga, where you at nigga/
I am not playing with you motherfucking boys/
You best believe that I bring that motherfucking noise/
I have these toys for you pussy motherfucker nigga/
I'm not playing bitch, I'm pulling trigger nigga/
On you and your fucking momma/
Bitch I bring that fucking drama/
Now fuck you nigga, what the fuck you wanna do/
Shit I'm coming through your momma house/
Bring these fucking toys out/
.44 Up under my belt/
Pussy nigga I will make you melt/
To the fucking curb nigga/
I'll leave your brains busted/
All over the motherfucking house, you heard me nigga/
Leave your blood on the couch/
I, represent the south/
Dirty south where you at nigga/
What the fuck you ˜bout? ¦

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