Slang & Serve

(Hook) ATL niggas (repeated throughout the song) (Verse 1) I'm on an everlasting money mission, million dollar premenition Got my own coalition, pack my own ammunition 20's on the Lexus glisten, I'm driven to mob life Hella niggas want me murdered, but can't do the job right Razor blades, Ak's, and ask me do I carry them Killin for a hobby like a medeival barbarian Khen will the disaster stop?Never, nigga pass the Glock Illustrated killin live in color like its magnavox Now I got em hot, from the plot to put the block on lock Set up shop wit over 50, 000 dollars worth of rocks Ammunition cocked, prepared to pop, Ill even shoot at cops Stash away the heat and then retreat off in my drop top Find yo own bizness, or the gat'll make yo clock stop 187 from the west and get yo fuckin block mopped You gone have to tangle wit a Hypnotize, get suprised Good for makin money off the shit to stay the fuck alive (Chorus)x4 Come smoke some herb wit me Come flip a bird wit me Step on the curb wit me Come slang n serve wit me (Verse 2) I only fuck wit real niggas, all the haters can burn in hell If you ain't affiliated, dont come wit packs to sell Object of this hustlin is bubbling stacks of mail Situations turn sour, rivals'll blast then bail When I hit the block I'm seein J's, drivin insane Crunker than Montana wit some anna for ounces of caine ATL niggas blowin brains, simple and plain Sippin golden grain, makin stangs, inflictin the pain Smokin, gettin into it, livin ruthless, the feds are clueless We the ones who keep the city crunker than engine fluid Hypnotize niggas ridin vettes, sippin moets Strapped up wit a vest and giant tecs to lower the stress 51 niggas got my back, so nevertheless Ima get this anna off my chest and smoke on this cest Puttin bitches on the track, when its a pimp in the flesh Solid as a rock for advesaries who wishin to test Repeat Chorus (Verse 3) My scandalous recipe make niggas be scared of me If there has been treachery dont try to get next to me Yo life is in jeopardy when fuckin wit family We turn to psychotic crews and all of our insanity Break bread off of greenery, releasin the steam in me Keep me from the weapons, Ill be fuckin up the scenery Deport bullets like immigrants, bitch niggas dont attempt to flinch Money is the motive, let my sinning end the innocence Ima let the missile rip, ballistic wit hollow tips You won't see me comin, keep yo fingers on the pistol grip Smoke blindin my enemies, give em fearful tendencies You can kiss they life goodbye when T-Rock hit the hennesey I'm in it for the presidents, luxurious residence Hooked up wit the camp, Ive been a mercerary ever since Atlanta my stompin grounds, Old National's where I'm found Moving bricks, and fuckin tricks, and smokin reefer by the pounds!!! ATL niggas (until fade)