Uh Huh (Clean)

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 niggas, some gorillas, supply they nigga Finna make one call, they coming to get'cha, got 'em nigga 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 shit far as you want make a call on you self We can WCW Nitro and I take them damn belts That nigga done growed my beard, ain't he? (Uh huh) That nigga listed where I live, ain't he? (Well, uh huh) That nigga ain't real he be fakin', ain't he? (Uh huh) That nigga from Augusta by Macon, ain't he? (Well, uh huh) That nigga done growed my beard, ain't he? (Uh huh) That nigga 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 nigga couldn't beat me in a tennis game with 20 arms That nigga couldn't beat me in a shootout if he had 50 guns Any nigga try to help him and write his raps you fucking up We walk in the Bodytap you there, you ducking us That nigga done switch from the Nike's to them Reebok classics That nigga got me so down packed I'm laughing at him As far as a major company, I don't give a flyin' fuck They ain't offering me enough, 'cause I'm looking at you ain't came up That nigga done growed my beard, ain't he? (Uh huh) That nigga listed where I live, ain't he? (Well, uh huh) That nigga ain't real he be fakin', ain't he? (Uh huh) That nigga from Augusta by Macon, ain't he? (Well, uh huh) That nigga done growed my beard, ain't he? (Uh huh) That nigga listed where I live, ain't he? (Well, uh huh) That nigga don't know bout my city, 'cause he's a country nigga That nigga don't know we'll come Get him, 'cause we some mobster niggas Them niggas he got in his corner, them straight lobster niggas We loading up ready to ride y'all, we mafia niggas 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 shit against every last label It'll be like 4 old chairs at a brand new brass table That nigga done growed my beard, ain't he? (Uh huh) That nigga listed where I live, ain't he? (Well, uh huh) That nigga ain't real he be fakin', ain't he? (Uh huh) That nigga from Augusta by Macon, ain't he? (Well, uh huh) That nigga done growed my beard, ain't he? (Uh huh) That nigga listed where I live, ain't he? (Well, uh huh)