[Verse 1]
Comin up as a child my city was hell
My moma was the best soldier, dad stayed in out of jail
I came robbin and kickin in doors then on my behalf and 17 old
But ya see shorty, My mom was a G
she made it real easy for my sista and me
She did what she had to do, and got out the damn crowd like a nigga would do
Talkin about pimpin, o she did that too
I got robbed and this old nigga took all my loot
And I was just 12 years old on 13 skin and bones thats why I thank my heart to sell dope
I gives a fuck about none of you hoes
All you fake thugs think about is grills and gold, and pressin these doors
(shorty) and cakin these hoes
Ima pimp, I spend my time makin these hoes

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Nobody loves me so I guess I stay to myself
A nigga thinkin bout change comtemplating my death
Fell my pain as it reigns all over a nigga
and the only way I can get away is weed and liquor
Fukin niggaz up on the daily if they didnt pay me
Niggaz pullin guns on me damn near drove me crazy
Young nigga went to school just to sell some dope
A lil crazy ass nigga wit a knife in his coat
And in the streets broke heathens went through drama especially
moma swung on a nigga, I stabbed the bitch in her head (nigga)
I dun scratch my head unless it itchs
an I dun smoke unless I'm bustin at you hatin bitchs
nigga we was brave to die, dont be askin me why
Ill rather hustle in the cold cuz niggaz sprayin wit fire
All the childhood fixins wit tha devil inside the kitchen
Got my mind on my gun and I'm finna pull a pistol

[Verse 3: Bohagen]
You see the streets, they'll shallow you whole, mind body and soul
And leave you in a ditch wit no shoes and clothes
Waitin for the trash collector
Follow me mind selector to the ghetto sector
They'll kill you over thirty dollars
I seen a man cut wit a dirty bottle blood squirted on his shirt and collar
I heard him holla a sound that I cant forget
Ran home, watched cartoons and ain't said shit
And to this day moma thought I was young, hungry, and poor (par)
while she was at the church praising the lord
I made through amazingly unscarred
She had to be praying cuz I made it by the grace of the god
Im proud of my hard times, I spit hard rhymes
Bible in one hand, the other hand 9
dreaming of naming streets and boulevards mine
Grab yo piece of the pie, the other parts mine

[Chorus - 2X]

LIL SCRAPPY Тексты песен - F.I.L.A. (Forever I Love Atlanta)

[Intro: Lil' Jon (Lil' Scrappy)]
yeah! yeaah!
yeah! yeaah!
this ya boy Lil'Jon
yeah! BME Cliq
alot of yall niggas be talkin' bout air force ones and shit (Okkkk)
about adidas and shit (okkkk)
alot of my niggas we be ridin' tha speed light (okkkk)
get out on our feet (okkkk)

[Chorus: lil scrappy (lil' jon) 2x]
Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (fila nigga)

[Verse 1:]
I'm a Graded baby ATL,
and all my life duh avis so crunk as hell
you dont' wanna step to close or go to far
cuz where i'm from shawdy niggas beat you down wit they cars.
Fila brought up from my head to my feet,
niggas on the block wit the rock they don't sleep.
Man, South dekalb mall be the crunkiest shit,
uh you can roll through buckhead and go to fall on a bitch
i'm a giant ass playa i'll stomp on a hater
i'ma pop the shit off in zone 3, the decatur
we can go back down to where my grandma stay,
depending on the area you better watch what you say
and i 'on care if you over there lookin all crazy
when i get locked up man them broads wanna save me
this the home ass whoopin biscuit in and the j's on the street charge mo' than a penny A!

[Chorus: lil scrappy (lil' jon) 2x]
Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (fila nigga)

[Verse 2:]
Niggas grind time let my A shine
when i'm bussin rhymes smokin pine
my blood see through the georgia rhine.
and niggas don't love the A like i love the A
i just love the way the A smell everyday.
A time to yo time yea this how it go smokin dro'
fuckin' hoes on the city road
when i stomp that bastard I left him with a bruise
got fila on my feet so it had to be a shoe
i live 4 the A i die 4 the A i ride 4 the A
so fuck what you say
what you know about I-20 to 285
got a fine atlanta bitch givin head in the ride
gd's up get yo gd's up in the classroom crunk
got benny by my Shit so i stay supa drunk
ridin downtown wit a shot of tiquila
jon introduced me to the gang i'm hot like refa A!

[Chorus: lil scrappy (lil' jon) 2x]
Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (fila nigga)

[Verse 3:]
carry the A on my back like a torch or rack i'ma represent it if you scared to go handle that drankin on crunk
reminiscin on crunk years its the city of crunk where i shed my tears throw me the peace sign up then upside down A-town
off the rip hell yeah i'm proud get crunk all day we 'on sleep at night and if you fight one shawdy then we all gon' fight
don't nobody get crunk in the club like us if security trippin on pimpin we all gon' rush even though other niggas thank
they hard ain't nothin harder than stone mountain i swear to god yea yall love our hoes you love our gold ma with the key
from the A so i love my home westside to scottdale we all cut hammers you can catch kids skippin at underground atlanta
yea

[Chorus: lil scrappy (lil' jon) 2x]
Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (fila nigga)

LIL SCRAPPY Тексты песен - Head Bussa Feat. Lil Jon

[Lil Jon]
Let's rise!
for the international headbussaz
wassup Lil Scrappy Lil Scrappy Lil Scrappy BME click
(who are you?) I'm Lil Jon Okay!

BOOM

[Chorus]
We some head bussaz
we some head bussaz
we'll knock a hata out
we some head bussaz
we some head bussaz
we some head bussaz
we'll knock a hata out
we some head bussaz

[Lil Scrappy]
I made up my mind that i'ma strike and i'm ready to fight
checkin out my steel killin every punk nigga in site
we expite i knew you bitches didn't wanna brawl
bitch i'll swang on all of ya'll
i'm the beast from the east
wit da fangs on my teeth
i'll murder all of ya'll bitches in da middle of da street
and i don't give a fuck if ya'll don't like me
straight knock yo ass in captivity
down south i'll ride shoot and kill homicide
it be nothin shawty tiull the day that i die
we strive on tearin heads up!
and every where we go we gon tear dat bitch up
we don't give a fuck about havin no click
the A got my back and i ain't takin no shit
excuse me shawty get the fuck out my face
befo we get mad and shoot up the whole place

[Chorus]

[Lil Scrappy]
I speak my mind cuz bitin my tongue hurt
murder yo ass and lyrics and put yo face on a shirt
i'm a muthafucka rider i thought ya'll knew
and i reppin nothin if it's twenty of you
i think it's plenty of you that really want the shawty dead
watch what ya said lil shawty i'm makin bread
fuck all ya'll hataz and hatred blood to match
a long way plus i roll wit G's and Gat's
and shawty matter a fact these trill G's and dub's
we ain't talkin behind yo back and we ain't scared to bust
i'm by myself but bein alone makes you strong
i stepped out the porch young so shawty i've been grown

[Chorus]

[Lil Scrappy]
ATL off da chain down here
ya come with dat gat and no action
you gon dissapear
you walk in da club it's tight like brass knuckles
straight info on hata like be chumpin off turned brothas
beatin in ya door wit dat clip on da tech
beatin down ya block in that 89' Chevy
tellin stupid bros we throwin bows that we ready
screamin "swang shawty" to da boys dat can't stand me
yeah shawty i'ma ATL slugga
knockin out heads on ya pussy muthafuckaz
shawty be sayin "scrap you cool boy"
but i known in my heart i'ma headbussa boy!

[Chorus]

LIL SCRAPPY Тексты песен - No Problem

[Trillville talking]

chorus]
You can get crunk in the club
roll wit your hood
get stomped in the club
or you could get buck in the club
nigga we don't give a fuck
but you don't want no problem (problem) wroof
but you don't want no problem (problem) wroof
but you don't want no problem with me
cause BME we be 50 deep
You don't wanna be dead in the streets
mouth full of blood and soul full of heat
why you tryna act hard as hell
and you know damn well you don't wanna feel the shell
nigga i been down by a lot
gun to my head pressed dead against the wall
i got big balls and bullets like baseballs
split ya dome put ya straight knock out all ya'll
hell no them boys don't play
straight nuts to ya face
put your pistol away
and don't weed to my head
i pray for the folks in the club gettin scared
got a problem with that

[chorus]

Hold em back, hold em back
man fuck that nigga
fuck that hold em back
gotta push that nigga
hold em back, hold em back
push that nigga
fuck that hold em back

Hey shawty it's on
goddamnit it's on
keep poppin in my face and get popped in the dome
learn to rush muthafuckas
it's gonna hurt
if a nigga fall
that's when shit get's worse
the problem with you niggas is
you just talk to much
man swang on a nigga and fuck his ass up
and you can walk on by with your nuts in a tub
i'll be you? if you really won't get crunck
in the A we don't play them games
we just stack and slang and load up them things
gettin buck if you wanna and catch a flow
keep yo pretty ass gull beat your ass and take your hoe

[chorus]

[Trillville talking]

LIL SCRAPPY Тексты песен - Some Cut

[Chorus]
What it is hoe, ah what's up (what's up)
Can a nigga get in them guts (them guts)
Cut you up like you ain't been cut (been cut)
Show your ass how to really catch a nut (oh yeah yeah)
Well give me you number and I'll call (I'll call)
And I'll follow that ass in the mall (in the mall)
Take you home, let you juggle my balls (my balls)
While I'm beatin and tearin down your walls (oh yeah)

[Verse One]
This your boy Mr. Funkadelic, what's the business baby
I've been eyeing you all day in the mall miss lady
You looking good, I think I seen your ass in the hood
With your friends dressed up, trying to front if you could
But anyway, gone and drop a number or something
So I can call you later on,on your phone or something
Take you home, and maybe we could bone or something
It's no limits to what we do,cause tonight we cutting, gut busting
I'm digging in your walls something viscious
With your legs to the ceiling, catch a nut someting serious
You delirious,or might I say you taste so delicious
With your pretty brown skin, like I'm enjoying your kisses
And you ah certified head doctor
Number one staller that takes dick in the ass and won't holler
Bend you over and I"ll follow you straight to the room
Where it goes down lovely in the Leagon of Doom

[Chorus]

[Verse Two]
Shit, you know the deal before a nigga even stepped
Damn that ass hot, seems like it's gone melt
You know I give it to you til you run out of breathe
Then bust a nut all over yourself
The first time I called, you were juggling on my balls
In and out of your jaws, I was beating down your walls
Had your ass breaking laws for a player was the cause
And every time you seen a G you was slipping off your drawers, I recall
I met your ass at the mall, in the fall
You the one with the dress on, let me take you home
Show your ass how to buss a nut, up in the guts
Cut you up like you ain't been cut
From the back (back) then to the side (side) to the front
Turn around,you got me right
I smack them thighs, anyway that you want me
So gone see about a pimp and that monkey
And that's fo' sho'

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
What's the buiseness baby, can I get in them drawes
I like the way your hands rub against my balls
Cause you the one, a nigga met at south dekalb mall
With your pretty brown skin, thick thighs and all
135 petite, and your smell is unique
Maybe we can exchange numbers and hook up in the week
Oh, You a freak, I knew it from the first time I saw you
The way you played with your tongue, I knew right then I would call you
So what it is, they call me Super Don from the ville
And I'ma tell you like this, cause a nigga so real, and stay trill
Cause all I wanna do is just drill, with that ass in the air, and the pussy I kill
And I feel, you love to fuck up on a hill
Suck dick from behind, and take nut in your grill
So bitch chill, and shut your mouth just for a second
While I lay this dick down on you just like I'm Teddy

[Chorus]