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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Jeezy
Young Jeezy
Vocals
Jeezy
Jeezy
Vocals
Lil Scrappy
Lil Scrappy
Vocals
T.I.
T.I.
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jay Jenkins
Jay Jenkins
Songwriter
Clifford Harris
Clifford Harris
Songwriter
Darryl Richardson III
Darryl Richardson III
Songwriter
Phalon Alexander
Phalon Alexander
Songwriter
Zachary Wallace
Zachary Wallace
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jazze Pha
Jazze Pha
Producer
Nico Solis
Nico Solis
Recording Engineer
Wesley Copeland
Wesley Copeland
Assistant Recording Engineer
Leslie Brathwaite
Leslie Brathwaite
Mixing Engineer
Kori Anders
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
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