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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Jeezy
Vocals
Jeezy
Vocals
Lil Scrappy
Vocals
T.I.
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jay Jenkins
Songwriter
Clifford Harris
Songwriter
Darryl Richardson III
Songwriter
Phalon Alexander
Songwriter
Zachary Wallace
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jazze Pha
Producer
Nico Solis
Recording Engineer
Wesley Copeland
Assistant Recording Engineer
Leslie Brathwaite
Mixing Engineer
Kori Anders
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Hit 'em up, peace up, a town down
Hit 'em up, peace up, a town down
Hit 'em up, peace up, a town down
If you ain't from 'round here dog don't even come around
[Verse 2]
Twist ya fingers up, bang, mother****, bang
Throw ya hoods up, bang, mother****, bang
East side, bang, mother****, bang
South side, bang, mother****, bang
[Verse 3]
Do ya thug thing, gon' get 'em up
Represent ya side, hit 'em up
Disrespect we gon' take it there
We thirty deep, lil' ****, we ain't fighting fair
[Verse 4]
You better holler at ya partners
Before we catch them outside and hit they **** with them choppers
The **** make my pants sag
Catch me bouncing through the club with my black flag
[Verse 5]
You don't like, it do something *****
Where I'm from if we don't like it we do something *****
And you know we gon' ride, homes
Stomped a **** **** out until they turn the lights on
[Verse 6]
Hit 'em up, peace up, a town down
Hit 'em up, peace up, a town down
Hit 'em up, peace up, a town down
If you ain't from 'round here dog don't even come around
[Verse 7]
Twist ya fingers up, bang, mother****, bang
Throw ya hoods up, bang, mother****, bang
East side, bang, mother****, bang
South side, bang, mother****, bang
[Verse 8]
Me and Jeezy on the back street
Choppers in the back seat
What we finna do's a question you ain't gotta ask me
Desert in my lap and skullcap and a black tee
Looking for the **** that say they finna attack me
[Verse 9]
Turn the music down low and let the 'llac creep
**** the police, I give a damn if they catch me
Wait a minute that's that **** looking at me
Let off fifty ****, **** ran like a track meet
[Verse 10]
I know my partners would have did the job for a flat fee
But seeing 'em **** bleed is the only thing that's gon' relax me
I'm hands on, ****, damn what you say?
All them games that you play don't stand a chance in the a *****
[Verse 11]
Hit 'em up, peace up, a town down
Hit 'em up, peace up, a town down
Hit 'em up, peace up, a town down
If you ain't from 'round here dog don't even come around
[Verse 12]
Twist ya fingers up, bang, mother****, bang
Throw ya hoods up, bang, mother****, bang
East side, bang, mother****, bang
South side, bang, mother****, bang
[Verse 13]
When I pull up on your block
All that bull**** stops
Man, ho know I'm the prince so that **** gon' drop
I was born in the a with things in my face
Smoke **** everyday
Zone three where to play
[Verse 14]
Yeah, I think I'm the **** 'cause I go an SS
But the **** a old folk so you can receive the letter
I'm the best of the best
And the freshest of the fresh
Got a pistol blank out with an Atlanta Hawk vest
[Verse 15]
Got a lifetime of trouble and my brain still nervous
I don't rep the a by mistake I do the **** on purpose
Do it how it's worth it rim and the cars swerving
It ain't nothing but Lil' Scrappy and G's up to start mercing
[Verse 16]
Hit 'em up, peace up, a town down
Hit 'em up, peace up, a town down
Hit 'em up, peace up, a town down
If you ain't from 'round here dog don't even come around
[Verse 17]
Twist ya fingers up, bang, mother****, bang
Throw ya hoods up, bang, mother****, bang
East side, bang, mother****, bang
South side, bang, mother****, bang
Written by: C. Harris, D. Richardson, Jay Jenkins, Jazze Pha, Lincoln Richardson, Zachary Wallace