Big Beast - T.I.

Hardcore G s**t homie I don't play around
Ain't s**t sweet bout the peach this Atlanta clown
Home of the dealers and the strippers and the clubs though
Catch you coming out that Magic City with a snub ho
Lurking in the club on tourist motherf**kers
Welcome to Atlanta up your jewelry motherf**ker
These monkey n***as looking for some Luda and Jermaine
And all a n***a found was a Ruger and some pain
Pow motherf**ker pow Come up off the chain
Pow motherf**ker pow One off in the brain
We some money hungry wolves and we down to eat the rich
Your bodyguard ain't s**t we strip him like a stripper b***h
These real a*s killers move in silence with violence
The minute it set off we the motherf**king wildest
How you from Atlanta that they never speak upon
Where everybody got a sack of d**e and a gun
And you know just how it go
We ain't playing round with that bulls**t
N***a we ain't let that s**t go
When you come here you better come correct
This real G s**t you gotta show respect
Once upon a time in the projects
An O G saw a young Bun B as a prospect
Thought that I would understand the streets from a very young age
So he opened up the G code to the front page
He sat me on the porch said This where little dogs sit
Pointed at the yard said That's where big dogs s**t
He said Don't leave 'til your a*s get growed
And don't come back 'til your a*s get throwed
Whatever you want is whatever you can have
Bring the pain and leave em wet like they soaking in some salve
When you step out on the ave make sure they wanna see ya
Cause being trill is an onomatopoeia
Be about it like a G a hater wanna catch you slipping
Try to be a Jordan but settle for a Pippen
Player I ain't even tripping but I don't really care
Cause my pistol's in your face so put your hands in the air
In a six I'm riding with a pistol grip banana clip
From Simpson Road to Adamsville I'm repping this Atlanta s**t
N***a trying to handle up let's see can they handle this
A hundred round at em that ain't no Louisiana s**t
Drinking on that Hennessey blowing on that ****
Amerikkka's nightmare trap n***a fantasy
A record full of felonies searching for a better me
But choppers go off in my hood like Iraq Cuba Tel Aviv
Pretty n***a let him be f**k him shorty
Sucker n***a I'll never be don't give a f**k about it
Quick to round up on that Audi make em get the f**k up out it
N***a better be about it he deserve it he allow it
What's a coward to a kamikaze
He ain't robbed a man ain't predator or prey the law of nature where I stay
I catch you slipping with that K ain't no illusion no confusion
Better come up off that cake and all that jewelry or you're snoozing
Wha da da dang wha da da da da dang
Listen to my clip before that five go bang
Bang bang guap time rep game
We the readers of the books and the leaders of the crooks
Predators we eyeballing all of y'all lames
Let me fall off I'm taking all of y'all chains
All of y'all watches and all of y'all cars
Well who you talking to All of y'all stars
All of y'all rappers and producers and such
No homo promo homie you might get your a*s touched
Like Def Jam circa '83 you get rushed
If you rolling with some winners then you rolling with us
I know some d**e country n***as but them n***as ain't weak
Know they dressing looking hard but them n***as ain't cheap
I don't make dance music this is R A P
Opposite of the sucker s**t they play on T V