SOUTH ATL

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah South Atlanta with the sticks South Atlanta with the bricks I can't give my all to no lil' bitch I make money for talkin' my shit My boy like to jack, put 'em on a lick My boy like to shoot, I ain't talkin' flicks Might just go bustdown on a trick I put a whole bustdown on the wrist Yeah, yeah, yeah They all want my help, but they won't give it back Bust at they whip 'til the tires flat Pull up beside 'em now, nigga, he whacked Rule number one, don't you mess with a slatt Designer sticks and designer the patch Blunts in the pack, got runtz in the Scat Ride with the switch, I ride with the MAC My homies be poppin' a whole lotta pills I wish you could feel how the fuck I feel Know that that boy wanna live the way I live Tryna make it out the spot, I know how it is Yeah, okay, flip that pack, make it go both ways I can see from afar that that boy two-faced I done see shit, take a lot for it to faze me Who else in this runnin' the game? Me Ask God for forgiveness, save me Still runnin' the game out at a full speed Wouldn't go for that shit if it was me Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay Now you feel stupid, boy, you feel like a dumbo Gotta get the packs out the door, nigga, pronto Smoke a opp nigga just like fuckin' Fronto The gang shit is forever Designer attire, the leather The bitch thought that we were together The bitch thought that we were forever I make my moves on my own, whatever I do, I don't tell her I just wanna go far away and be out the mix forever 'Cause it used to be South Atlanta with the sticks South Atlanta with the bricks I can't give my all to no lil' bitch I make money for talkin' my shit My boy like to jack, put 'em on a lick My boy like to shoot, I ain't talkin' flicks Might just go bustdown on a trick I put a whole bustdown on the wrist Yeah, yeah, yeah They all want my help, but they won't give it back Bust at they whip 'til the tires flat Pull up beside 'em now, nigga, he whacked Rule number one, don't you mess with a slatt Designer sticks and designer the patch Blunts in the pack, got runtz in the Scat Ride with the switch, I ride with the MAC My homies be poppin' a whole lotta pills I wish you could feel how the fuck I feel Know that that boy wanna live the way I live Tryna make it out the spot, I know how it is Yeah, okay, flip that pack, make it go both ways I can see from afar that that boy two-faced I done see shit, take a lot for it to faze me Who else in this runnin' the game? Me Ask God for forgiveness, save me Still runnin' the game out at a full speed Wouldn't go for that shit if it was me Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay Now you feel stupid, boy, you feel like a dumbo Gotta get the packs out the door, nigga, pronto Smoke a opp nigga just like fuckin' Fronto The gang shit is forever Designer attire, the leather The bitch thought that we were together The bitch thought that we were forever I make my moves on my own, whatever I do, I don't tell her I just wanna go far away and be out the mix forever 'Cause it used to be- South Atlanta with the sticks South Atlanta with the bricks South Atlanta with the sticks South Atlanta with the bricks Oh, yeah