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Ghetto Mafia - In Decatur lyrics
Chorus (singing) * Oooh ahh Ghetto Ma fi a Comin at you live I mean And we we just don't know no stress we just roll up Devine and ride In Decatur Blowin up like some MegaMen (bitch) Dodgin all you chickenheads Did you hear just what I said? Our destination is the hood and we quickly comin your way Verse One: Uhh I remember trampin late at the sto' Had no idea what I was in fo' Just me and my nigga, supplyin fiends Broke as hell, we're chasin dreams See it may seem, like we can't come up But we a team, Nino, keep your head up From sun-down to sun-up (what?) I'm a hustler Gotta get my gun up, we're quick to tussle We had to muscle, for a crack position Niggaz didn't wanna let us roll, had no intention And not mention, we had to shoot it out Lives of a lynchin, had you hidin out But now we ridin out, in the Delta Tryin to grind it out, without no shelter You shoulda seen us serve them niggaz like a waiter ... in Decatur * Chorus * Verse Two: Now we were tight, like Mike and Pip' Rob a nigga, they bet' not slip See I'm equipped (with what) with a nine and a dope bomb I've been trampin so long, people call me dog Where you from? Straight From the Dec But shit is real, you got to ride with your rec Uhh, we stole Big Boi's car, and got our strip on We got the rims the music, and the cell phone Then we would drink, drink til we fell out If bitches don't fuck, they got put out And you didn't sell out, crunk up the jury I paid your way out, gave you the fury Yeah, fools know we real, cause they dap us Niggaz know we on, cause they shop with us Just show me a team that's greater .. from Decatur * Chorus * Verse Three: See they all know, we got the steel We got tires, and Adams, and Thomasville Yeauh, I know you real you hold your own in any hood In Prarie Homes, Carver Homes, and Hollywood Kirkwood and Summer Hill they spoke it real I'm here flippin grindin, gotta pay a bill Yo, I pack the steel, got no time for the switchblade I was out my mind when I trapped off ? aid See, every dime we stuck, they was stole Make most of my money (off where) off Candle Road I gotta kill my pressure, they had me hot Hoes on the strip (where) in Flint Rock Never buy our dope, without a scale Learned that while I was trampin, in Scottsdale And did I mention, we livin greater (Where?) In Decatur * Chorus |
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