[Big Boi]
Yeah
Its going all the way down
Aquemeni Records, Killer Mike, Slimm Calhoun
Just because your wearing a Braves` jersey
doesn`t mean we on the same team you playin` on bitch
Cool and Dre on the track, run it
[Verse 1: Killer Mike]
Since last heard I`m still Randy Moss
and I still catch a beat runnin` when its tossed
and often light green kiss my ass to coffin
Cut the bull in Harlem on sloughths(?) and
cut the bull then I`m seven duece Impala whore dance
Ambidexterious juggle pretty girls and they friendly fifty friends
hit Jamacia rollin` papers turning up spotta benz
City corners I`ve been in a duece double O three Benz
I`m sittin` on those dubs twins
I`m from the city where kiddies ride on dope rims
It`s where niggaz snap shot and they ain`t takin` pictures mista
I`m well equipped to hit ya`, same birthday as Hitler
I`ll getcha
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Hey we rep that A
A T L A N T A state of G A
G A G A home of the brave
home of the brave G A G A
home of the brave
[Verse 2: Killer Mike]
I got a Tahoe, and a Tahoe
she work out fit like Taebo
Get my findy(?) Air Force Ones
shit wait I`m so old
Last one to Louie Fitoine skins on my timbo`s
Gettin` blown in a limo, that`s my M.O.
Roll next presidential, get a pistol to your temple
I`ll let it faint, leave your brain lingering in limbo
Southern fried that`s how I ride, creed on simple
Kill `em all let God seperate good from evil
You faggots do it for glory
Y`alls just do it for my people
I`m grand national built beautiful and legal
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Slimm Calhoun]
A town down Braves started cap from the land of the made
ain`t no hard atrap after depts of the dungeon
We livin` artifacts where niggaz rip chickens
talk bricks, keep an artist strapped
Flame throwers got us hot in the spot
wreckin these dog tails through red dog stripe
It`s like all hell, block cells
make bail and it`s back to these crooks and cakes jumpin` at next cell
What you know about the way the whales
kiss it your body scaled
I`m `bout to hit by the box of tens through the mail
then reply beaten twelve sickness spinnin` on twenty-ones
We produce many guns, we spittin` at anyones
Disrespect (?) little bows
and I`ll cock and explode up
Take me to the grave, grave, home of the brave
[Chorus]
[Killer Mike]
So slums, so sligh, nigga (i`m) straight ducked
you can ask my baby`s mother she`ll tell you niggaz shit
He the type to fuck a bitch
rob that bitch`s baby brother
[Slimm Calhoun]
And I`m the type to rip ya bitch leave the shit up under your covers
(?) blessing from sin
New recrutes we in it again
rap so hard we flippin` again
walkin` dubs on the benz
[Killer Mike]
One, two, crack fiend
three on boys street jeans
Four full blown hit the scene
five like trap (?)
Like a thick hoe in sassy jeans
rub her right she`ll cream
Fuck her right moan and scream
killer kill out on (?)
[Slimm Calhoun]
Swervin`, servin`, bouncin` the buttons
like 5 5 9 truck somethin`
Two glock nines round dumpin`
round my hip strap ain`t jumpin`
Keep my bitch dunkin` somethin`
be outlawed bangin` `em down for bustin`
[Chorus] - repeat to fade
