It`s On Da Map Lyrics

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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