Testo It's On Da Map

Hook: 8xIt's on da map (uh huh, yeah!)Verse 1: DramaBeen down and dirty from the startBitch I been damn hardKept it treal, locked our grills, stayed away from them buster'sHidey hi, hidey ho, listen nigga this here how it goC-4 to ya door, blow yo muthafuckin block offThoroughbred, bitch, ho, nigga, let's lock upA-t-l-a-n-t-a, G-A that's where I fuckin' stayHaps and hurl ya gats, listen boy check ya mapHydro, I blow everyday all dayWhen I die Lord please let me be high and fucked upA blunt off in my mouth and some yak off in my cupChin checking, wig splitter, with a tank off in my pantsFuck the talking, square it out, cock ya pistol let's danceIts Tight IV Life and this ya Colonel, Mr. D-r-a-m-aGodby Road is where ya from and that's located in the ABut since ya won'ts ta ask, then I got to let 'cha knowI represent Atlanta, Georgia, please believe that's on the blowHook: 8xIt's on da map (uh huh, yeah!)Verse 2: Pastor TroyI pump slugs, please do not play with meI promise you gone see a place that you gone hate to beI stand there patiently, then I start cranking upThis Remi in my cupTell them they fucking upI come from way back, it's Bankhead hoA North Avenue, 1342While you at home with boo, I'm on the grind hoI come from Georgia hoJust thought I'd let y'all knowI puff upon my dro', the best I ever hadPlease do not make me mad, with all the ackin badBoy I swear I got some bullets long as ding-a-lingAnd I ain't only killing you I'm killing everythingSo bling bling if ya wanna, I'm cut off jeans and a teeI'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 thinkingHook: 8xIt's on da map (uh huh, yeah!)Verse 3: FaboThere come the police, knocking on my do'With the GBI, said I was over the Georgia lineI committed a homicideRunning for my life this year it's 2000 I'm bout to get mineStarted flipping the scrip, on the grind, all the timeNow it's tragedy, cause everybody know what's happeningThey got me up at the post office, they after meCan't capture meI'm a young gun, a desperadoGo blow for blowI'm a hell of a nigga, they already knowI know they'll try that's why I got my vest protecting my chestAnd I'm dressed in black boyAnd that's the really take care of the restI'm feeling distressed, I know I should've but do I wouldMuthafucker tried to buck, that's why I had to do itI could've blew it, I did it execution styleHe was on his knees and nailed his hands on the bathroom tileI stayed awhile, and filled the house of evidenceThey go through hell fucking with this Georgia residentHook: 16xIt's on the map (uh huh, yeah!)(Pastor Troy)They bout to see a blood bath, A blood bath