GHETTO MAFIA - In Decatur lyrics

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[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

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