ATL Eternally
(Ying Yang)
Yeahhhhhhh ok
Its about to go down in this muthaf**a tonight ahhh huh
Real n***as put your muthaf**en middle finga up
(Chrous)X-2
Dont want to f** wit us n***as
We click, click on you n***as
We aint scared to do n***as
You just a b**h my n***a
(Lil John)
A bang, bang like some bullit wounds
So if you step in my pound n***a you meet your doom
Im smaking b**hes wit dubs
I aint no paper thug
This sh** is real from jumps
So if you want it through
Go pay our cars my n***a
And we be livin stardom
You put your gat in our b**h
lets see who coward harder
p**y perpatrators we be pounden on that b**h s**a
But Ying Yang in this thang
We run this muthaf**a
ATL n***a
(Chrous)X-2
Dont want to f** wit us n***as
We click, click on you n***as
We aint scared to do n***as
You just a b**h my n***a
(Ying Yang)
Yall outta know what time it is
BT representin wit them Ying Ying boys
Baby you know im bangin wit the D.A.G.B
Yall know
Ying Yang everything i got i own
Pa** the n***a look down to my f**en chrome
As long as im here a p**y n***a its gonna be a long year
Wit no fear i have none
What the f** happen here i got your gun
And if you run ima bust you in your back
And leave your a** where you at like that
(Chrous)X-2
Dont want to f** wit us n***as
We click, click on you n***as
We aint scared to do n***as
You just a b**h my n***a
(Ying Yang)
n***as at the Jail house
Talkin bout we back on
Didnt think we do it again
But the rhymes we comin up wit is too strong
So you n***a you need to hold your lip b**h
Oh now your a** is bull sh**tin
Down south sh** you cant f** wit
So i know you aint ready for a n***a to click
Betta move b**h
Cause n***as aint playin
And aint no more playin GA
ATL why Staying so you better make way
Cause if a n***a didnt know
We keep on comin wit hits
We got Lil John, Eastside boys, And Pastor Troy in this b**h
(Chrous)X-2
Dont want to f** wit us n***as
We click, click on a n***as
We aint scared to do n***as
You just a b**h my n***a
(Ying Yang)
Now look this tha Ying Yang Twins right
And we done collide wit Lil John and the Eastside Boys and Pastor Troy
to let yall know we aint near naww quittin
f** all yall bullsh**tas.... Ahhhhhhhhhh
(Ying Yang)
Pump, Pump, Pump, Pump here from the a** end
Regulators started that back then
Aint gonna ask no questions
How you like that ill try agiain
Cryin and bleedin
See you later im leavin
Now im to the mist to the midnight im creepin
Now his turn he's sleepin
From the ATL we gonna ride out
Hands to the underground hideout
We keep on busten slugs out
Cause where im from we thugged out
Keep it real for that n***a that didnt know
Keep it real for that n***a thats slang though
And we gotta damn bust that 44
Where you from n***a ATL
(Chrous)X-2
Dont want to f** wit us n***as
We click, click on you n***as
We aint scared to do n***as
You just a b**h my n***a