Ying Yang Twins, Pastor Troy, Lil Jon - ATL Eternally lyrics
[Ying Yang Twins, Pastor Troy, Lil Jon - ATL Eternally lyrics]
Yeeeeeeeah okay it's about to go down
In this muthafucka tonight (uh huh)
Real niggas put your muthafuckin
Middle finger up (yeah)
(Uh huh c'mon)
Don't wanna fuck wit' us niggas
(well, uh huh)
We click-click on a nigga (well, uh huh)
We ain't scared of you nigga (well, uh huh)
You just a bitch, my nigga (c'mon)
I burn and bang like some bullet-wounds
So when you step in my path
Nigga you meet your doom
I'm smackin bitches with gloves
I ain't no paper thug
This shit is real from jump
So if you wanna thump
Go play your cards my nigga
And we can get it started
You pulled your gat now bitch
Lets see who coward hearted
Pussy-perpetrators be poppin off
I think they dick-sucker
But Ying-Yang in this thang
We run this muthafucka a T-L nucca
Don't wanna fuck wit' us niggas
(well, uh huh)
We click-click on a nigga (well, uh huh)
We ain't scared of you nigga (well, uh huh)
You just a bitch, my nigga (c'mon)
Yeah, y'all already know what time it is
PT representin with them Ying-Yang boys
Make some noise baby, cause it's D-S-G-B
Y'all already know
Ying-Yang, everythang I got, I own
Pastor nigga, down to my fuckin chrome
As long as I'm here (uh huh)
Uh pussy-nigga, it's gon' be a long year
(c'mon) no fear, I have none (uh huh)
Why the fuck have fear? I got a gun
And if you run I'ma buss you in your back
(uh huh)
And leave your ass where you're at, like that
Don't wanna fuck wit' us niggas
(well, uh huh)
We click-click on a nigga (well, uh huh)
We ain't scared of you nigga (well, uh huh)
You just a bitch, my nigga (c'mon)
Muthafuckas gon' feel lost
Y'all know that we back on
Nigga didn't thing we'd do it again
But the round we comin with too strong
So you need me to hold your lip bitch
Or find your ass in some bullshit
Some down south shit you can't fuck with
So I know you ain't ready
For a nigga to click
Better move bitch, cause niggas ain't playin
Ain't no more play in G-A
A T-L where I stay
So then you better make way
Cause if a nigga didn't know we
Keep on comin with hit's
We got Lil' John, The Eastside Boys
And Pastor Troy in this bitch
Don't wanna fuck wit' us niggas
(well, uh huh)
We click-click on a nigga (well, uh huh)
We ain't scared of you nigga (well, uh huh)
You just a bitch, my nigga (c'mon)
Ah, now look, this the Ying-Yang Twins right
And we done collabed with Lil' John and
Them Eastside Boys and Pastor Troy
To let y'all know we
Ain't no one-hitter-quitters
Fuck all y'all bullshitters, ahhhhhhh
Hope I don't bomb you from the ass and
Wrap the gag and start blastin
Ain't gon' ask no questions
Have you lyin there dyin
Cryin and bleedin, see you later, I'm leavin
Onto the mist to the midnight creepin
Now you're eternally sleepin
From the A T-L we gon' ride out
Headed to the underground hideout
We still gon' buss them slugs out
Cause where I'm from, we thugged out
Keep it real for the nigga that didn't know
Keep it real for the nigga that slang dope
If you got it then buss your fo'-fo'
Where you from nigga? A T-L ho
Don't wanna fuck wit' us niggas
(well, uh huh)
We click-click on a nigga (well, uh huh)
We ain't scared of you nigga (well, uh huh)
You just a bitch, my nigga (c'mon)
In this muthafucka tonight (uh huh)
Real niggas put your muthafuckin
Middle finger up (yeah)
(Uh huh c'mon)
Don't wanna fuck wit' us niggas
(well, uh huh)
We click-click on a nigga (well, uh huh)
We ain't scared of you nigga (well, uh huh)
You just a bitch, my nigga (c'mon)
I burn and bang like some bullet-wounds
So when you step in my path
Nigga you meet your doom
I'm smackin bitches with gloves
I ain't no paper thug
This shit is real from jump
So if you wanna thump
Go play your cards my nigga
And we can get it started
You pulled your gat now bitch
Lets see who coward hearted
Pussy-perpetrators be poppin off
I think they dick-sucker
But Ying-Yang in this thang
We run this muthafucka a T-L nucca
Don't wanna fuck wit' us niggas
(well, uh huh)
We click-click on a nigga (well, uh huh)
We ain't scared of you nigga (well, uh huh)
You just a bitch, my nigga (c'mon)
Yeah, y'all already know what time it is
PT representin with them Ying-Yang boys
Make some noise baby, cause it's D-S-G-B
Y'all already know
Ying-Yang, everythang I got, I own
Pastor nigga, down to my fuckin chrome
As long as I'm here (uh huh)
Uh pussy-nigga, it's gon' be a long year
(c'mon) no fear, I have none (uh huh)
Why the fuck have fear? I got a gun
And if you run I'ma buss you in your back
(uh huh)
And leave your ass where you're at, like that
Don't wanna fuck wit' us niggas
(well, uh huh)
We click-click on a nigga (well, uh huh)
We ain't scared of you nigga (well, uh huh)
You just a bitch, my nigga (c'mon)
Muthafuckas gon' feel lost
Y'all know that we back on
Nigga didn't thing we'd do it again
But the round we comin with too strong
So you need me to hold your lip bitch
Or find your ass in some bullshit
Some down south shit you can't fuck with
So I know you ain't ready
For a nigga to click
Better move bitch, cause niggas ain't playin
Ain't no more play in G-A
A T-L where I stay
So then you better make way
Cause if a nigga didn't know we
Keep on comin with hit's
We got Lil' John, The Eastside Boys
And Pastor Troy in this bitch
Don't wanna fuck wit' us niggas
(well, uh huh)
We click-click on a nigga (well, uh huh)
We ain't scared of you nigga (well, uh huh)
You just a bitch, my nigga (c'mon)
Ah, now look, this the Ying-Yang Twins right
And we done collabed with Lil' John and
Them Eastside Boys and Pastor Troy
To let y'all know we
Ain't no one-hitter-quitters
Fuck all y'all bullshitters, ahhhhhhh
Hope I don't bomb you from the ass and
Wrap the gag and start blastin
Ain't gon' ask no questions
Have you lyin there dyin
Cryin and bleedin, see you later, I'm leavin
Onto the mist to the midnight creepin
Now you're eternally sleepin
From the A T-L we gon' ride out
Headed to the underground hideout
We still gon' buss them slugs out
Cause where I'm from, we thugged out
Keep it real for the nigga that didn't know
Keep it real for the nigga that slang dope
If you got it then buss your fo'-fo'
Where you from nigga? A T-L ho
Don't wanna fuck wit' us niggas
(well, uh huh)
We click-click on a nigga (well, uh huh)
We ain't scared of you nigga (well, uh huh)
You just a bitch, my nigga (c'mon)