Lil' Jon & the Eastside Boyz - BME Click lyrics

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Verse 1 Bezel

Whateva's arguing goin by ayi yi yi

Drop some acid in my drink see till I die

My girls go some side

She better split her thighs and let me here an ayi yi yi

They say if you wait a long time good things to come

Drinks come you better move if you want some

Patient dude I can't wait no more

Been layin fools down way fore that 8ball song

I Like that benze you know it's comin man

But you'ze a h** I think you jwanna man

Snatch you from the T 12

This is ATL

The sickest dude they ask hey you L

Atomville still ain't change

It still the same

Knockin fellas off the chain and the cane

They livin on fantasy island

Double move better quake its Atlanta ???

Verse 2 Don P

It's your boy Don P

AKA get away from me

I don't play I just rap

Don't You see n***a I don't hide

Never hade a watch so never ahead of time

Always had money but always stay on the grind

Girls give me head so I gotta minimize

I done did a million crimes

Now gotta be steppin like I got platnium

Gimme some space nigga back back some

Ain't that smart but ain't that dumb

All these h** n***az know I gotta keep it crunk

I drop hits nigga I drop bombs

F**k give me space I'ma f**kin song

N***a look n***a talkin bout lets do it

Kings of crunk nigga comin through yo hood

Bi*ch

Verse 3 Black Boi

See I ain't come to play

I came to spit bars and shot cars

To let you n***az know where I stay

280 high all day to mister die bay

On my high way

Eastside we on that rem and purple round my way

Okay boy here to spit it's Black Boi

That's the spit and I'm real wit this sh**

I rip drawers off and take yo balls off

Cuz you knew when you came in my room girl you were so sawed off

Was I wrote off? Oh Nooo

I'm scrapp at it bi*ch

Before you cross the door and dats fa sho

When you get up out the car Bi*ch don't slam the door

Motherfu****

Verse 3 Dirty Mouth

ATL is my home

And you know I keep that chrome

For the ones talkin sh*t

They better leave me alone

I ain't playin these games

I'm just out here for the fame

Gettin this money is how I see gettin blow from the same

Keep your distance fore I start movin this chain

This hollow tip is gone be rainin on top of you brain

Hot like lava I'm loadin up this chrome problem solva

Watch your back cuz here I come droppin bodies like bombers

This smith n wessen gonna teach you a lesson

All you ni**az keep on stressin how we smoke up the essence

This purple session gone keep a n***a full of confession

Now watch when I'm kickin in your purse I keep the heat for protection

Now gimme your rouger

This motherfu**** damn make me shoot

This motherfu**** think I playin rouger the ???

They think I playin I told you n***az don't play me for lame

This motherfu**** don't wanna listen I'ma take his ass out the game bi*ch

Verse 4 LA

T-R-Y me p**** n***a

Lil LA up off in this bi*ch

Ready to bust yo fu**** sh**

Bi*ch rich n***a if you wanna talk that bullsh**

Gone hate if you ain't split I'ma split ya bait

From the bottom to the top

Top to bottom you will go

Naw h** I ain't a n***a to be fu**** wit tho

Split him hit him kill him

Tear that n***az ass up

I kill for fun mayne and

I ain't jokin mayne

What's up back up f*** n***a

Who you takin to

That scaredy ass n***a we come for you

If you wanna talk sh** better be prepaired

To live and die in the motherfu**** ATL, yeah

Verse 5 Yo Gotti

Nothin like a good ass whuppin to set it off

Now little bi*ch you p**** ass soft

See little n***az ain't gone fight

So I'ma shoot first

Big n***a wanna hustle wit them big handle works

Decatur to begin Decatur to the end

H** click mo bi*ch better them end

Chyna and fate wishin yo bi*ch ass dead

Crunker then a dog in the south west gate

I got h*** shakin they ass I got it made

Real bed bust head with a work and the mail

What's that smell you dead in the hotel

No evidence cuz the gun in the chair

Cramp in my leg sittin and waitin

Lil Jon and the eastside boyz finna put they hands on ya

Got claim on yo life the hitman I beef

If you wanna hall at the streets some and see me

Verse 6 Bo Hagon

I can't feel the ground the beneath me

one of these h*** down to freek me

Haters love to shoot rounds to leek

Family sittin around to weap me

Life as a hustla and everyday struggler

Life is a juggler if you try to trouble us

You better knuckle up

The streets they know what it is

They know the name they know the real

They go for the kill hop in the lack flash ya grill

Show your throw throw your bows

Stay on yo toes and don't trust these h***

Do your part do your thang

Always put money before the fame

Verse 7 Lil Bo

These n***az don't wanna see me

They don't wanna hate on me

You know what I do my G

84 ride my cheavy

Now I can get my nine eleven

And get my escolade

Bout to hit the corner and let that thang spray

Reppin that GA decatur is where I stay

Nothin but real n***az and bi*ches out here by my way

Lil Bo I be that n***a quick to pull a trigger

Buss a lead in the head of a f*** n***a

Verse 8 Big Sam

Woke up this mornin n***a

With a pump and my hand on the trigger

I had a dream I was being hate on by these f*** n***az

These n***az don't let me slip now

On to my ???? less now

Franly I'm hot and pissed

This sh** is ludacris

Same n***az that threw and grew up

And them same n***az get they wig slpit

So keep ??? talkin and get yout ass whipped

Motherfu**** you must not know who you fu**** wit

I'm DJ 64 that n***a XL

Bi*ch say that sh** that keep real

You bi*ch bi*ch h** h**

Ass ass n***a n***a