Jazze Pha - Bang lyrics

[Refrain] 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 Twist your fingers up bang motherf**er bang Throw your hoods up bang motherf**er bang Eastside Hit em up bang motherf**er bang Southside Hit em up, bang motherf**er bang [Verse1: Young Jeezy] Do your thug thing gon get em up Represent your side n***a hit em up Disrespect we gon take it there We thirty deep lil n***a we ain't fighting fair You better holla at your partners Before we catch them outside and hit they a** with them choppers The .45 make my pants sag Catch me bouncing through the club with my black flag You don't like it do something n***a Where I'm from if we don't like it we do something n***a And you know we gon ride homes Stomped a n***a a** out until they turn the lights on [Refrain] 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 Twist your fingers up bang motherf**er bang Throw your hoods up bang motherf**er bang Eastside Hit em up bang motherf**er bang Southside Hit em up, bang motherf**er bang [Verse 2: T.I.] Me and Jeezy on the back street Choppers in the back seat What we finna do the question's you ain't even gotta ask me Desert in my lap and skullcap and a black tee Looking for the n***as that say they finna attack me Turn the music down low and let the 'lac creep f** the police, I give a damn if they catch me Wait a minute that's that n***a looking at me Let off fifty shots you n***as ran like a track meet I know my partners would have did the job for a flat fee But seeing them n***as bleed is the only thing that's gon relax me I'm hands on n***a damn what you say All them games that you play don't stand a chance in the A n***a [Refrain] 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 Twist your fingers up bang motherf**er bang Throw your hoods up bang motherf**er bang Eastside Hit em up bang motherf**er bang Southside Hit em up, bang motherf**er bang [Verse 3: Lil Scrappy] Roll up on your block All the bullsh** stops Man ho know that I'm the prince so that a** gon drop I was born in the A with things in the way Smoke weed everyday Zone Three where I stay Yeah I think I'm the sh** cause I got an SS But the sh** a old folk so you can receive the letter I'm the best of the best And the freshest of the fresh Gotta pistol black out wit an Atlanta Hawk vest Gotta lifetime of trouble and my brain still nervous I don't rep the A by mistake I do the sh** 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 murking you [Refrain] 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 Twist your fingers up bang motherf**er bang Throw your hoods up bang motherf**er bang Eastside Hit em up bang motherf**er bang Southside Hit em up, bang motherf**er bang