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trouble - atl lyrics

[chorus: trouble]
atl, atl, atl
atl, atl, atl

[verse 1: trouble]
like my godfather told me, a lot of n-gg-s through here
i grew here, streets raised me since a baby
trouble dropped out, and was captain dope dealer
my first word was motherf-cker, made that motherf-cker 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 h-ll, 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 sh-t with d boys, they got the police right to us

[chorus: trouble]
atl, atl, atl
atl, atl, atl

[verse 2: alley boy]
n-gg-, 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 n-gg-s, they know my words
all around the a, it’s like edgwood, n-gg-, don’t play with me, you heard

[chorus: trouble]
atl, atl, atl
atl, atl, atl

- trouble

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