BME Click

[Intro: Lil Jon] Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Check this out It's your motherfuckin' boy Lil Jon BME Click representer right Now I, I, I just got to get some shit off my chest It's a lot fuck niggas been talking shit bout me But you know what? Pussy nigga I don't give a fuck I'm a real nigga And real nigga handle his motherfuckin' business Like my niggas bout to do right now [Verse 1: Bezel] Whatever Bezel give ya gon' be fi-yi-yi Drop some acid in your drink, make you see tie-dye I don't care if my girl just a leg and a thigh She better split her thighs, let me hear her ay ya ya They say if you wait a little while, good things'll come Drink come, get yours, but you blink and it's gone Patient dude, I really can't wait that long Been layin' fools down way before that 8ball song I Like that Benz, go ahead and run that, man Boy you's a ho, I think you Juwanna Man It's not your boy from D12, it's ATL One of the sickest dudes out, they like ain't he well Adamville ain't changed, it's still the same They thought knockin' ??? would stop the cane Boss the plane, they livin' on fantasy island Double move if a quake, made Atlanta an island [Verse 2: Don P] This ya boy Don P, AKA get away from me I don't play, I just ride Hide and go seek, nigga I don't hide Never had a watch so I never had the time Always had money, but I stayed on the grind Girls give me head so I got 'em in your minds World's most wanted, I done did a million crimes Gotta be established, that I'm twice platinum Gimme some space, nigga, back back some Ain't really smart, but ain't that dumb ????? nigga you can keep it crunk I don't drop hits, nigga, I drop bombs Forget bein' a star, nigga I'm a fuckin' sun Nigga lookin' at me talkin' 'bout it's all good Kings of crunk, nigga, comin' through your hood [Verse 3: Black Boi] See I ain't come to play I came to spit bars inside cars To let you niggas know where I stay Two-eighty-five way, don't miss the byway, on my highway Eastside we on that Remy and that purple 'round my way Okay boy, now let me spit, it's Black Boi On this here, and boy, I'm real with this shit I rip drawers off, take your balls off Cause you knew before you came in my room, girl, you was so sawed off Was I wrote off? Oh Nooo I was strapped at it bitch Before you close the door, now that's fo sho We on that dro When you get up out my car, bitch, don't slam my door Motherfucker [Verse 3: Dirty Mouth] ATL is my home And on my hip, keep that chrome For the ones who talkin' shit, they better leave me alone I ain't playin' no games, I'm just out for this fame Gettin' this money is how I see it, gettin' blow from the Jane Keep your distance, I'm 'bout to start movin' this chain This hollow tip gon' be rainin' on the top of ya brain Hot like lava, I'm loadin' up this chrome problem solver So watch your back cause here I come, droppin' bodies like bombers This Smith and Wessen, is gonna teach you haters a lesson All you niggas keep on stressin', how we smoke up the essence This herbal session, just keep a nigga full of confession So while I'm diggin' in your purse, I keep that heat for protection Now gimme your loot This motherfucker gon' make me pimp shoot This motherfucker think I'm plannin', think I'm roody like poo You think I'm gravy, I told you boys don't play me for lame This motherfucker didn't wanna listen, I took his ass out the game, bitch! [Verse 4: LA] T-R-Y M-E pussy nigga Lil LA off in this bitch, ready to bust yo fuckin' shit, bitch Rich nigga, if you wanna talk that bullshit Go on hate, I ain't stunt ya, runnin' up I'll get ya split From the bottom to the top Top to bottom you will go Naw ho, I ain't the nigga, to be fuckin' with fo Sic 'em, get 'em, split 'em, hit 'em Tear that nigga ass up I kill for fun mayne, and I ain't jokin mayne What's up? Back up fuck nigga, who you takin to? Yeah, scary ass nigga, we comin' for you If you wanna talk shit, better be prepared To live and die in the motherfuckin' ATL [Verse 5: Yo Gotti] Ain't nothin' like a good ass-whoopin' to set it off Come, how you want it bitch and get ya pussy ass off Them little niggas ain't gon' fight, so I'ma shoot first Big nigga wanna tussle, put them hands to work Decatur born, Decatur bred, Decatur dead in the end Ho click, more bitch than a ??? [?] and [?], wishin' yo bitch ass made it Crunker then a dog in the south west gate We got hoes shakin' ass, and they got it for sale Real head, bust it in and put in work for the mail What's that smell? Your dead ass in a hotel No evidence because there's never guns in the chair Cramp in my leg from sittin' in the closet waitin' on ya Lil Jon, the ESB, finna put them hands on ya Got claims on your life, the hitman I be You want the job done, just holla at me, yeah [Verse 6: Bo Hagon] I can't feel the ground the beneath me One of these hoes is down to freak me Haters they would love shoot rounds to leak me Have my family sittin' 'round to weep me Life as a hustler, an everyday struggler, tryin' to double up And aim for your jugular, if you ever try to trouble us, better knuckle up The streets, they know what it is They know what the fake, they know what the real They go for the kill, do what you feel Hop in the 'Lac, flash ya grill Show your gold, throw your bows Stay on ya toes and don't trust these hoes Play ya part, and do ya thang Always put money before the fame [Verse 7: Lil Bo] Y'all niggas don't wanna see me Runnin' 'round here hatin' on me Wanna know what I do wit my cheese Eighty-four Silverado Chevy Now I can buy that nine-eleven And I can get that Escalade Bout to hit the corner, pop the trunk and let that thang spray Reppin that GA, Decatur's where I stay Nothin but real niggas and bitches out here 'round my way Lil Bo, I be that nigga, quick to pull a trigger And put some lead in the head of a fuck nigga [Verse 8: Big Sam] Woke up this mornin', nigga With a pump and my hand on the trigger Had a dream last night I was bein' hated on by a bunch of these fuck niggas These niggas done made me slip now, into my alias now Coup de grâce SWAT officers and all these haters and these niggas right now Frankly I'm hot and pissed This shit is ludicrous Same niggas you grew up with nigga Be the same niggas get they wig split So keep flexin' and talkin', and get your ass whipped Motherfucker you must not know who you fuckin' with I'm DJ 64, that nigga XL Big Sam sayin' this shit to let you know what's real You bitch, bitch, ho, ho Ass, ass, nigga, nigga!! [Outro] We ain't playin' Money slangin' Justifyin' Gangsta ridin' Mo' rich Pimp shit I'm just sangin' ATL ain't fuckin' playin'!