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Ain't No Thang



A nigga ready from the get go (blowe, blowe, blowe)

Y'all hear my shit go, it's Andre. Can yo punk ass come out to play?

Stay in your little hole, then coward duck your head

You don't know who you be fuckin with youse better off...dead

Is what I say, best run the other way

In case of physical breakdown...y'all can break now

My kitchen full of heat, if you can't take the temp

Make yourself exempt

Pussy footin around don't be gettin y'all nowhere but stuck

Nowhere to duck, pull his file, niggaz die

By gettin blasted, how drastic

They got the nerve to ask me why I do the things I do

I got the nerve to serve you up just like a raider do, but naw (naw, naw)

I take that back, that's my problem

Turnin and walkin away, this ain't gon work when they be robbin

As long as Big Boi's still livin, never standin by my lonesome

Step up nigga, if you want some



Ain't no thang but a chicken wang

We havin a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane

It's just a pimps (players), Mack daddies (East Point)

It's all about that ses in yo chest (It's the joint)


{Big Boi}

Well nigga, you softer than silicone, used to pump up tits

It's that nigga down in the Dungeon with them playeristic hits

I'm quick to stop a sucka flow like menopause, it's the

Original ghetto bastard, so now I makes a switch

I used to sell dope, but in 1994

I'm makin Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik

But see these voices in my skull has got me reminiscin

About the days back when me mammy had to work in kitchens

She had me makin better grades to make a better life

But I never had no love or respect, cuz we gon be alright

I ran the streets and broke my curfew cuz I gave a shit

I carried guns and butcher knives cuz I was steadily in the mix, yeah

It was so hard to say goodbye, I'm a man now

I'm at the end of my street, so it's time to take my stand now

I call the wild because it's time to take the streets

So if you ain't got the burner, bring your big enough nuts (retreat)

I'm ready to wet 'em up like cereal

Just an international playa, comin through your stereo





3-5-7 to your fo'head, there'll be mo' dead

Cuz I'mma po' kid

So Lord forgive me, I got to keep my milly right here near me

When I be doin fine until these niggaz want to clear me off my street

But in my hood hood, they hollerin ghetto

Don't have no neighbors that hit the pipe but never let go

But I feel for them like Chaka Khan feel for you

Ain't shit that we can do but rest in peace, pour a brew

On the concrete, remember when we ran deep

Remember at the party when we served them niggaz dandy

They know not to test us, test me, do me, try me

Trippin with that drama, my Beretta's right beside me

One is in mid-air and one is the chamber

Y'all ask me what the fuck I'm doin, I'm releasin anger

Quick to dodge danger, I'm takin it one day

At a time, I got the fattest dimes around my way

You can sway with Andre, I'll take her to the ho-jo, bitch

Just let you know, yeah




{Big Boi}

It's on my friend, on the road again, I'm travelin

No more than 65 on 85 off in my Cadillac

I got that nigga Dre, he ridin shotgun

And got my pump under my seat, in case these yougstas wanna have some fun

I'd do it if I have to, bustin caps with this a heat and load it clip up

after clip

And after again, if I feel it

The glock, the gat, the nine, the heaters

See I be bustin caps like my amp be bustin speakers

So how do you figure that Big Boi beats ghetto blastin

You 'posed to be quickest draw, but man, I hail 'em faster

1-2-3, you need to think about the future

Before I shoot your ass and dilute your gut with lead

From my hollow clips, I'll send you to an early grave

You fuckin slave, you better try another way

To take me out, is truly something difficult

Don't even run up on me, unless you want your brain broke

I'm out of bullets lettin loose my last clip

I'mma kick you in your ass and your nigga gettin pistol whipped

You know that's how I do, you know that's how I do




Yeah and it don't stop and it don't quit, to the muthafuckin...

Organized Noize, PA, Goodie Mob, Big Gipp and all the niggaz

Around the East Point way

College Park is really on the map

We comin around Atlanta and the niggaz are really strapped

With the muthafuckin guns and the muthafuckin glocks

Steady is the gas nigga, don't fear it and it don't stop

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