It's Attic Crew, know what I'm saying
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Want our corner back, A-Town, home team rule
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For real
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It's like shake, rattle, roll
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It all started 105 Creel Road
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And all y'all niggas hitting licks, who didn't know
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It's 50 niggas behind these closed doors
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So don't lose your grip, don't run your lip
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These niggas pull them thangs
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And they can't know worth a flip
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But whos to blame, time done changed
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Feet off in some grease, slicker than it was man
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Brand new look, cause its a brand new day
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Gonna hit a lick, buy a hoe, then you on your way
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See somewhere down the line, you must have fucked up
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I was taught not to pay these hoes, to get these hoes legs up
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See back in the day, you know it for sho'
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Grandma said she ain't play, and they ain't play a radio
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So I took up them words, got back on the curb
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Now I'm bumping like a mug, ain't no getting the 3rd
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Nothing but dirt, being done
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Ain't honest work, but it bringing in them funds
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I said I'm trapped in this thang, plenty years of being slum
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And highly qualified for hitting niggas for they bum nigga
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[Hook]
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Pop, Pop, Pop, your partner got bust, he's a gonner black
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The A-Town niggas want they corner back
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[gunfire] Stick em'
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We looking for em', don't be wid' em
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Cock back and let that thang, thang, hit em', Get em
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Now be prepared for when a time come for us to bust
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As I engage in ways, out as a stray, like craze
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Deep in this everglaze, took ?taser nuts?
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Out in the battlefields, now what it is
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You can't understand as I fulfill the need
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To take it upon myself, to thrash and bash your ass
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Now feel the wrath, as we ignite unto the path
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So is it a ?? for acting like a bitch
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Youngbloodz, Atlantas own, two strong off in this shit
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And if with them whips, you trip
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Ready to fight for what you claim
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As if its a game of nuts, don't see what this might contain
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So now you in range to gain the strength off which you feed
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But as you can see, you headed for trouble, thats you and me
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And with full speeds, you reapin' and tweetin' on down the line
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So nigga here it is, cause niggas steady on the grind nigga
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[hook]
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I'll get em' back, trying to sack up my last little dope
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I wonder if these boys got a scope on your fore'
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And I know they don't, really don't give a shit
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All I know, these niggas puttin' a hand on my profit
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Gonna quit, really soon
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Got thangs, ??, right back on the clock and boom and
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You losing your motherfucking mind, better realize
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You gotta meet up with these country niggas eye to eye
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So, don't make no dumb move
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You outside your boundary nigga, the home team rule
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Remember my nigga, see we done put it down for years
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What the hell make you think we just gonna give it up like this
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See your dividends, your only friend, gonna get you snatched up
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And your back, looking weak, cause money sure can't knuck'
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Your casket closed you got stuck in red dirt
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And I pray for the family of the victim who got hurt nigga
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Now through the dust I seen you coming from a mile away
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Now give me three within' this distance and be on your way
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Cause nowadays these niggas act as if its all good
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To walk around with smiles, as if they know they could
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And if they should, I'd be the first to let these niggas know
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That I ain't the one to be played, so leave that for them hoes
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And to them fake ass niggas who swear they real
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Better know what to do before you find yourself revealed
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[hook]
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Pop, Pop, Pop / Cutting Tonight Interlude
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