i 20 we thugged out so clear the club out niggas get drugged out they say dealer bitch recognize i m back up on my grind ho niggas talkin this and that and wonder what i signed for oh now you hatin dtp cause we got the game sold bottom line you gotta problem tell it to my 9 ho fuck ya boy hit somebody swing until a nigga dead chingy make her chicken head tell that chick to give me head you can tie tonight dawg get em peel em roll on feezy where dem hoes at titty all the dro gone d my sister shawnna man i hope chi support her and tell me niece carma i would die for her father i 20 is a street nigga better recognize bitch we ain t gotta go outside we can do it in the filth now you can catch me in that d d see them boys throwin up they thumbs north north run this bitch nigga where you from southside eastside westside they replying boys throwin signs bout to start a fuckin riot bangin niggas real gangstas in the m town but i m from the a so this the type of shit i been round nigga yeah fuck yall click yall niggas wankstas they got his ass beat with bottles chairs and tables yeah it s a chair over there and a bottle on the left and nobody playin fair every man for himself when push come to shove shove come to push you against us nah us against you all of us carry tools lil schooled ya whole crew ya prolly gon run when the girls start screamin i thought i seen a gun they yellin that they fightin in the club yeah got people doin stunts got people blowin blunts got people doing the ring got people with sense you need to stay low til you get out this building first and everything what about ya enemies niggas swing pool sticks niggas throwin pool balls niggas throwin bottles niggas throw em all if i get locked up i mma get out tomorrow they fightin in the club yeah with all our folks all i bought had to go waste cause all us fought we used everything it was a all out war what the fuck you think ya chicks call us for my good shirt and all got tore break it pay for it we all got dough hold them bustaz buck em bust em they fightin in the club  they fightin you fighting then get out the spot ay black creep out to the ride get ya shit out and cocked in fact i m posted by the bar like the hood star that i am don t make me up my piece and turn yo brain into some jam ya heard that nigga got a chair ya scurred bust his head with a beer ya heard why you runnin over here you scurred fuck them blaze up that herb walnut park and it s like you tinted and did i mention dtp ll tear da club up bitch nigga what s up don t get fucked up but blow yo truck up atlanta to st louis is they bangin gangs or not yeah i bang a a k and it got a gang of shots don t get shot i m from the block 1
['atl hip hop', 'dirty south rap', 'gangster rap', 'pop rap', 'southern hip hop', 'trap']