ATL - Trouble, Alley Boy

ATL, ATL, ATL

ATL, ATL, ATL

Like my godfather told me, a lot of niggas through here

I grew here, streets raised me since a baby

Trouble dropped out, and was captain dope dealer

My first word was motherfucker, made that motherfucker boom

By the time 200 came round, got a mind of my own

I hit people with the three round tool, pops wasn’t home

Goin through the city, waitin for things to process

Marv and me raised hell, that’s when I got my first net

You either sellin bricks or battereys

A lotta cops came after me for that, but that ain’t me

Wait for elementerey, middle I win

Some thought I was vilant, till the word got out

I was shakin shit with D boys, they got the police right to us

ATL, ATL, ATL

ATL, ATL, ATL

Nigga, this ATL’s finest

What I done, streets where you can find us

Raised up with the crack pay

Shootin holes through yo head

Break into your mama house, you was breast fed

I done tell the boys let’s get it, gotta get the sute

Posted up at the red stoop

This ain’t a tent booth, this a war zone

These niggas, they know my words

All around the A, it’s like Edgwood, nigga, don’t play with me, you heard

ATL, ATL, ATL

ATL, ATL, ATL