It'll be like ran over, the impact of an 18 wheeler
There's no surviving this dirty game yet I'm the killer
Finna gather my *****s, some gorillas, supply they *****
Finna make one call, they coming to get'cha, got 'em *****

Told them Diablos take a chill, I got this here
Mixed in the crowd, searching for ya, I'm over here
Swear to God I ain't running I ain't never been scared of no busta
You phony as hell, I'm ATL you from Augusta
We take this **** far as you want make a call on you self
We can WCW Nitro and I take them damn belts

That ***** done growed my beard, ain't he?
(Uh huh)
That ***** listed where I live, ain't he?
(Well, uh huh)

That ***** ain't real he be fakin', ain't he?
(Uh huh)
That ***** from Augusta by Macon, ain't he?
(Well, uh huh)

That ***** done growed my beard, ain't he?
(Uh huh)
That ***** listed where I live, ain't he?
(Well, uh huh)

Wanna know what I ride, deuce deuce's, Monte Carlo Chevy
Wanna know what's inside, AK, and I'm ready
That ***** couldn't b*** ** in a tennis game with 20 arms
That ***** couldn't b*** ** in a shootout if he had 50 guns

Any ***** try to help him and write his raps you ***king up
We walk in the Bodytap you there, you ducking us
That ***** done switch from the Nike's to them Reebok cl***ics
That ***** got me so down packed I'm laughing at him
As far as a major company, I don't give a flyin' ***k
They ain't offering me enough, 'cause I'm looking at you ain't came up

That ***** done growed my beard, ain't he?
(Uh huh)
That ***** listed where I live, ain't he?
(Well, uh huh)

That ***** ain't real he be fakin', ain't he?
(Uh huh)
That ***** from Augusta by Macon, ain't he?
(Well, uh huh)

That ***** done growed my beard, ain't he?
(Uh huh)
That ***** listed where I live, ain't he?
(Well, uh huh)

That ***** don't know bout my city, 'cause he's a country *****
That ***** don't know we'll come get him, 'cause we some mobster *****s
Them *****s he got in his corner, them straight lobster *****s
We loading up ready to ride y'all, we mafia *****s

You think making a song with Baby D, make 'em put me down
Who you think crunk Oomp Camp, now who's the rookie now?
I put this rock n' roll **** against every last label
It'll be like 4 old chairs at a brand new br*** table

That ***** done growed my beard, ain't he?
(Uh huh)
That ***** listed where I live, ain't he?
(Well, uh huh)

That ***** ain't real he be fakin', ain't he?
(Uh huh)
That ***** from Augusta by Macon, ain't he?
(Well, uh huh)

That ***** done growed my beard, ain't he?
(Uh huh)
That ***** listed where I live, ain't he?
(Well, uh huh)