Pop, Pop, Pop/Cuttin' Tonight Interlude

Lyrics

It's Attic Crew, know what I'm saying
 Want our corner back, A-Town, home team rule
 For real
 It's like shake, rattle, roll
 It all started 105 Creel Road
 And all y'all niggas hitting licks, who didn't know
 It's 50 niggas behind these closed doors
 So don't lose your grip, don't run your lip
 These niggas pull them thangs
 And they can't know worth a flip
 But whos to blame, time done changed
 Feet off in some grease, slicker than it was man
 Brand new look, cause its a brand new day
 Gonna hit a lick, buy a hoe, then you on your way
 See somewhere down the line, you must have fucked up
 I was taught not to pay these hoes, to get these hoes legs up
 See back in the day, you know it for sho'
 Grandma said she ain't play, and they ain't play a radio
 So I took up them words, got back on the curb
 Now I'm bumping like a mug, ain't no getting the 3rd
 Nothing but dirt, being done
 Ain't honest work, but it bringing in them funds
 I said I'm trapped in this thang, plenty years of being slum
 And highly qualified for hitting niggas for they bum nigga
 Hook
 Pop, Pop, Pop, your partner got bust, he's a gonner black
 The A-Town niggas want they corner back
 *gunfire* Stick em'
 We looking for em', don't be wid' em
 Cock back and let that thang, thang, hit em', Get em
 Now be prepared for when a time come for us to bust
 As I engage in ways, out as a stray, like craze
 Deep in this everglaze, took? taser nuts?
 Out in the battlefields, now what it is
 You can't understand as I fulfill the need
 To take it upon myself, to thrash and bash your ass
 Now feel the wrath, as we ignite unto the path
 So is it a? for acting like a bitch
 Youngbloodz, Atlantas own, two strong off in this shit
 And if with them whips, you trip
 Ready to fight for what you claim
 As if its a game of nuts, don't see what this might contain
 So now you in range to gain the strength off which you feed
 But as you can see, you headed for trouble, thats you and me
 And with full speeds, you reapin' and tweetin' on down the line
 So nigga here it is, cause niggas steady on the grind nigga
 hook
 I'll get em' back, trying to sack up my last little dope
 I wonder if these boys got a scope on your fore'
 And I know they don't, really don't give a shit
 All I know, these niggas puttin' a hand on my profit
 Gonna quit, really soon
 Got thangs,?, right back on the clock and boom and
 You losing your motherfucking mind, better realize
 You gotta meet up with these country niggas eye to eye
 So, don't make no dumb move
 You outside your boundary nigga, the home team rule
 Remember my nigga, see we done put it down for years
 What the hell make you think we just gonna give it up like this
 See your dividends, your only friend, gonna get you snatched up
 And your back, looking weak, cause money sure can't knuck'
 Your casket closed you got stuck in red dirt
 And I pray for the family of the victim who got hurt nigga
 Now through the dust I seen you coming from a mile away
 Now give me three within' this distance and be on your way
 Cause nowadays these niggas act as if its all good
 To walk around with smiles, as if they know they could
 And if they should, I'd be the first to let these niggas know
 That I ain't the one to be played, so leave that for them hoes
 And to them fake ass niggas who swear they real
 Better know what to do before you find yourself revealed
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Duration
05:58
Key
7
Tempo
91 BPM

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