Dr. Ama - It's On Da Map lyrics

Hook: 8x It's on da map (uh huh, yeah!) Verse 1: Drama Been down and dirty from the start b**h I been damn hard Kept it treal, locked our grills, stayed away from them buster's Hidey hi, hidey ho, listen n***a this here how it go C-4 to ya door, blow yo muthaf**in block off Thoroughbred, b**h, ho, n***a, let's lock up A-t-l-a-n-t-a, G-A that's where I f**in' stay Haps and hurl ya gats, listen boy check ya map Hydro, I blow everyday all day When I die Lord please let me be high and f**ed up A blunt off in my mouth and some yak off in my cup Chin checking, wig splitter, with a tank off in my pants f** the talking, square it out, co*k ya pistol let's dance Its Tight IV Life and this ya Colonel, Mr. D-r-a-m-a Godby Road is where ya from and that's located in the A But since ya won'ts ta ask, then I got to let 'cha know I represent Atlanta, Georgia, please believe that's on the blow Hook: 8x It's on da map (uh huh, yeah!) Verse 2: Pastor Troy I pump slugs, please do not play with me I promise you gone see a place that you gone hate to be I stand there patiently, then I start cranking up This Remi in my cup Tell them they f**ing up I come from way back, it's Bankhead ho A North Avenue, 1342 While you at home with boo, I'm on the grind ho I come from Georgia ho Just thought I'd let y'all know I puff upon my dro', the best I ever had Please do not make me mad, with all the ackin bad Boy I swear I got some bullets long as ding-a-ling And I ain't only k**ing you I'm k**ing everything So bling bling if ya wanna, I'm cut off jeans and a tee I'm representing like a flag for D.S.G.B Ain't nothing free so you ol' me for this a** spankin' Where the muthaf**ers from what'cha thinking Hook: 8x It's on da map (uh huh, yeah!) Verse 3: Fabo There come the police, knocking on my do' With the GBI, said I was over the Georgia line I committed a homicide Running for my life this year it's 2000 I'm bout to get mine Started flipping the scrip, on the grind, all the time Now it's tragedy, cause everybody know what's happening They got me up at the post office, they after me Can't capture me I'm a young gun, a desperado Go blow for blow I'm a hell of a n***a, they already know I know they'll try that's why I got my vest protecting my chest And I'm dressed in black boy And that's the really take care of the rest I'm feeling distressed, I know I should've but do I would Muthaf**er tried to buck, that's why I had to do it I could've blew it, I did it execution style He was on his knees and nailed his hands on the bathroom tile I stayed awhile, and filled the house of evidence They go through hell f**ing with this Georgia resident Hook: 16x It's on the map (uh huh, yeah!) (Pastor Troy) They bout to see a blood bath, A blood bath [repeat 7x]