Drama (Rap), Fabo, Pastor Troy - It's On Da Map lyrics

It's on da map (uh huh, yeah)

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

It's on da map (uh huh, yeah)

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 DSGB
Ain't nothing free so you ol'
Me for this ass spankin'
Where the muthafuckers from what'cha thinking

It's on da map (uh huh, yeah)

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

It's on the map (uh huh, yeah, Pastor Troy)
They bout to see a blood bath, A blood bath