ATL Hoe

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 My nigga what you know about the A-T-L-A-N-T-A, my nigga we swervin'
 How all the fuck boys sittin' on Michael Jordan blinin' when the sun be scorchin'
 Who that be me, B-A-B-Y D from the B-I-G double O-M-P
 I said it before, but I'm goin' to say it again
 My nigga we too D double E-P
 I represent the dirty, dirty south, down here, lil' buddy, we don't play no games
 I represent the A-T-L, Eastside shawty and the Westside niggas on the thang
 Throw your hood up, make your shoulder jump, if ya hatin' on the "A" then lock 'em in the trunk
 Y'all don't know who you fuckin' with
 But I'll bet we'll bounce on your motherfuckin' ass like it ain't shit
 ATL Hoe, throwin' up them "A's"
 Gangsta walk on the motherfuckin' stage
 Nigga watch me bounce on these sucka ass punks
 Then fuck around and got the "A" town started
 Don't make me say, "Ain't told you so"
 Throwin' bows to the nose sayin', "Yeah hoe"
 Pastor Troy, Archie, and Big Oomp click
 Add it up young nigga that Gangsta shit
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 AT (yeah)
 A-T, A-T, A-T, A-T, A-T (hey, come on)
 Nigga it's Archie
 The fattest skinny nigga you will ever know
 Tryin' to stop my cheddar flow, holla at my beretta blow
 At ya dome and at ya chest, wear your chrome and wear your vest
 Had your home a bloody mess, faked thugs get bless with a slug to the chest
 Arch to the "I" to the "E", passin' Baby D beside me
 Eastside Boyz is right behind me, "A" town bitch nigga, you tryin' to find me
 Simpson Road down to Godbe, these are the places that I be
 These are the faces that I see, I die for the city, don't play by me
 You can try me if you wanna, Archie be bringing drama
 Pistol carry ya, bury ya, makes you say, "We The Bomb Ya"
 Death before dishonor, put that on my mama
 The fat boy representer, 'til I'm a goner, yeah, nigga
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 Pistol, pistol, my pistol banana fanna Atlanta
 Bombin' on the bitch, the young the filthy rich
 The six I use to drive was live but underrated
 I cut off the top and had the V12 gold-plated
 But some niggas hated, they do not hate it in public
 Them pussy ass niggas gon' make me jump to my bucket
 The brown one with the three rims
 I whoop up on your block, nigga your chance slim
 Do you remember Tim, they call him, "Poor Timmy"
 I fuck his pussy over his hammy with a fifty rimmy
 Think you are nigga friendly 'cause I'm the Pastor
 Bitch, I ain't Creflow, this ATL hoe
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 ATL hoe (we ready)