Various Artists - Worldwide Renegades lyrics

Big Shady (no doubt) Lil' Z (somethin new) The Highway meets College Park (yeah yeah shorty) A-T-L is officially locked down - [IT'S GOIN DOWN] Worldwide (f** with layaway) - [ALL THE HENNY] This is how we do it to em - [ALL THE HYDRO] (we'll get a lady today) - [IT'S GOIN DOWN] This is how we do it to em (believe that) [ATLANTA STYLE BABY] (listen to this y'all) No doubt, come on.. [Verse One] College Park got control of me Cause one of these snake n***as told on me Seen me in the cut, then he rolled on me Thought I was gone but they was only holdin me Then it was told to me Playboy, you only good as your team You gotta leak find or seek Hem it at the seams I felt that, held back, went to the draft Squeeze the juice from the peach when I pick my staff Now I'm back with the slimiest, grimiest n***as who behind me is the ones who know what time it is Red Clay Renegades, violence is Minute Maid(?) Still thugged out, hooked on Alize and Hennessey Strictly in it til the day the game finish me Honk your horn if you feelin me Put your fists in the sky, wave them deuces high n***a Cause it ain't nuttin but that fire rolled up Chorus: (repeat 2X) I run with Worldwide Renegades, violence is Minute Maid(?) Still thug livin, hooked on Alize and Hennessey Stayin down til the day the game finish me Honk your horn if you feelin me [Verse Two] I run with nothin but them woofer pushers, sittin on gold things 'drats give you slow brains who look like they on Soul Train We run thangs, from the yea game to trickin Don't come and think you stickin, below this Mason-Dixon it's rules Born raised and die for it, hands kept high for it Make n***as mother cry for it You know like I know, respect these rules Don't make Don Chilly lose his cool If it's a nickel sold in the Park, I want two-fifty And if you chief a blunt, chief it with me Respect my Bankhead k**az, McKennasville grave fillers Others cross the city pushin pealers Cause I'm a true ATL-ier, Southside villain-er Promise to check for shorty find out if they real or not Come fake and get boxed, sent home And watch the world spin like these twenty inch chromes Chorus [Verse Three] I'mma have to slide with somethin, all the money in this game Chicks callin my name, they want me bad, but I don't stop I'm in my droptop V, I got a lot of things To prove to n***as and you'll see, by the way it looks A lot of n***as gon' be shook, don't disrespect And no hard feelings took, I profile While switchin styles in the crowd runnin wild Have you n***as home dottin your rhyme, blowed out Cause I showed out, so what'chu know about? You gettin money or you a**ed-out You sip a drink until you pa**ed out Circle the chiefers with no reefer I'm in the corner where it's dark, preparin to spark n***as screamin let me hit it like I'm (?) or somethin It ain't no limit when it come to how much n***as puffin I mark the wall I dust em all It's the Hennessey in me that'll blow the wall Chorus 2X Chorus