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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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A-T, A-T, A-T, A-T, A-T

ATL hoe (we ready)