T.I. - Only N Atlanta lyrics

[Intro: Young Jeezy] Come ride with me, come pray with me Come ride with me, come roll with me Roll with me, ride with me [Hook: Young Jeezy] All we ever do is rock ice, pour gold Ever since we was bout 12 years old Middle of the summer and the streets still cold Every n***a here got a story untold (Only N Atlanta) Gave it to the free men but they wanted love Diddy said he blew a quarter million in the club Every n***a here got a box of Arm & Hammer Every n***a here think he Tony Montana (Only N Atlanta) [Verse 1: Young Jeezy] Welcome to the city where them lil n***as die Like everybody Gotti, even the broke n***as fly Every night sun, and it's sunny, we in the club Got no problem getting this money, just need a plug n***a invest more in his chain than in his crib n***a invest more in his car than where he live Swear that b**h in the club at least a 7 n***as do it all for the fame, be living legends sh** cost 700, the bottle of what he's sippin' And if a b**h look like a model she probably strippin Probably work at Onyx or probably the Blue Flame An ex street n***a, he called my nickname For everybody going for self, nobody's changed n***as dead-broke still living like millionaires The welcoming committee, we call them the robbin' crew There's a very good chance them n***as will rob you [Hook:] [Verse 2: Shad Da God] Well ye ain't talkin that belingo And we playin mad while rippin up the Nino The big homie guy light up bricks and they gorgeous You can really get yo a** in jail, go to forge it Feed the pistol right there on the deal say Feragamo And n***as out here trappin just to do sh** for they mama We act like some stronger, that's how we start the flaky summer And we ain't got sh** but middle finger for your honor And every n***as wishin we the same, think he baller And every n***a in the expedition got a 40 And every n***a round me, get your mind on some money sh** We walkin round, we stride like the f**in government Every n***a run this b**h, you're nervous to the bullsh** On that south side, you getting yo fake crap by f** sh** We hit our measure, tryin to get a plane of shrimp sh** RIP to Double D, king of that pimp sh** [Hook:] [Verse 3: T.I.] I was born in the town where it all goes down Since the roll had the white hit the bluff with the brown Man I'm proud to admit, after housing them bricks Man I'm still a free man blowing loud in the 6 And I'm rich more than a n***a could imagine From where you get from rappin' or from trappin' Only in Atlanta can a n***a get it poppin Off at Magic City, 'hundred thousand in the pocket Only in Atlanta can a n***a ride D 15 years on 15 key Only in Atlanta can n***a get paid Trappin' broad day with a new AK How we ever do it? Pop bottles for a ho Roll on 24's with a chrome snub-nose All we ever get is bank rolls, rubber band round that Just a message so you can get recognized where you at... [Hook:] [Outro:] You know what I'm sayin? A-Town n***a! Yea