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

Bitch I been damn hard

Kept it treal, locked our grills, stayed away from them buster`s

Hidey hi, hidey ho, listen nigga this here how it go

C-4 to ya door, blow yo muthafuckin block off

Thoroughbred, bitch, ho, nigga, let`s lock up

A-t-l-a-n-t-a, G-A that`s where I fuckin` 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 fucked 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

Fuck the talking, square it out, cock 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 fucking 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 killing you I`m killing 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 ass spankin`

Where the muthafuckers 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 nigga, 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

Muthafucker 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 fucking 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

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