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KhujoGippT-Mo (Uh-huh)Y`all know how we do it down here in this dirty, manIt`s your boy Nitty, and you know what I doWe gone represent this thing right to the fullest (alright)Southwest (what?), Dent (who?), East Point (what?), College Park, where y`all at?All my niggaz, you know what time it isY`all know how we get downTo the fullestAlrightLet`s do it[Verse 1: Khujo]K to the H to the U to the J to the O G double O D to the I to the EOne for the G MO to the BSchooled by the B to the E to the S to the THundred percenter, so winnerSuck up and see the venom like it ain`t no thingThen wash it down it with a glass of TangBang cock suck them rappers mouthing off in a magazineSee the fire, feel the flameJacktime Atlanta mafia cameWe don`t care who you withScrew your nameSnatch your chainStreet punks messing up the gameOnce a lame, always a lameTrick busters ain`t who they claimCome around here wiling out, you will get changedIt`s business, never personalGet it with a chain on your brainGet it with a lick we, um, at a shooting rangeYou can holler God MC, but you gone die like a manBlood is painI make it simple and plainBlat point blank rangeAll these poppas leave the bathroom in his nameIt`s a crying shameWhat a nigga do for the fame![Ad-libs]This is what really goes down in the SouthWe gone get down shawty[Chorus: repeat 2X]Drank smoke droStack doughPimp hoesPockets on swole with a mouth full of goldHow we ride in the SouthPlaying house four doorsDrop the top when it`s hotPump the heat when it`s cold[Verse 2: Big Gipp]Remember me?Big Gipp, AKA the Big DipperMoon pot flipperIf the flame fizzleI`m a go to the block and set the niggazMost improved hitterIn the pocket like a rocket is how I like itI`m a cantaloupe spitterLet the horn blowHoes tooHold true and drive throughIf I couldn`t walk around I took the train or flewLook what it come toMore hugs, more lies, more love, more fliesMore ways of turning corners burning up my new rally tiresI keep it stinking like DoritoesNever owned a pair of SpeedosNever slacking Cadillac jackingDamn he just so sweetChoking Killa B with no tintWant the whole world to seeThorugh the treeGlass house, rag top, and pass outHit the stash houseGet what I need and then I mash outCouple turkey legsThrow a few golds up in my headComprehend what I saidThis is truly how it be representing for East PointWhen I`m standing in the field[Chorus][Verse 3: Murder]You can find meSomewhere in Decatur in a Chevy and I`m riding on dubsOr you might seeMe coming through the streets with a freak in the late night clubsHustling for that cheeseStanding in the hood in the cut me and my dog on a shopping spreeFrom the west did a robbery and I saw my first call hit jazzy TThen we hit Magic City and headed for the bounceBlowing chronic leavesOr should I say dro?My click won`t blow by the ounceLyrical arsonistLiving in the slums in Atlanta they got me for me murderI run with the hardest cliqueIn the S.W.A.T.s to the deck I was a hard ass niggaBetter show you we off in a velvet roomWas fucking in a gentleman clubWe in VIPSipping crystalFrom the goose to the yackWe can see SOV, Goodie MO B my nigga KhujoOn a plate trying to get richThe way that we spit be ridiculousAnd we`ll go head over any lyricistFrom Gooben to Cambleton RoadPlatinum making fee all the way to College ParkFrom Bankhead to Gabbey RoadMy whole clique nothing in the city ever born so hardSoThis is forThe niggaz with the dough and whips sitting on two threesSo all the real motherfuckers can forget about the ghetto with a real `Lacin the streets[Chorus][Verse 4: T-Mo]It`s the dirty dirty playaJust hit thirtyBullseyeBetter not cryMake birds flyOff in the skyAway so highEverybody diesMany try, missGet what you get boyTalk that shit boyFlip them billsCrooks get killedNine millimillRunning them suckers up out the villeTrillStill, waters run deepOff in the SouthWhile they sleepOff in the SouthWhile they creepOpen up your mouth and sing!Off in the South weBuilt this bitchRun this bitchHit that switchUp and downFlip that trickRide it `roundBlack white doorsPound for pound one of the best to ever represent the mighty southwestATL to the fullestATL to the fullest![Ad-libs]There you have itI want to congratulate all the DJsWho got a chance to play this record without the club getting tore upFrom yours trulySincerelyNitty

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