Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Jeezy
Chant
T.I.
Chant
Lil Scrappy
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Jay Jenkins
Paroles/Composition
Clifford Harris
Paroles/Composition
Darryl Richardson III
Paroles/Composition
Phalon Alexander
Paroles/Composition
Zachary Wallace
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Jazze Pha
Production
Nico Solis
Ingénierie de prise de son
Wesley Copeland
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Leslie Brathwaite
Ingénierie de mixage
Kori Anders
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Paroles
[Verse 1]
Hit 'em up, peace up, a town down
Hit 'em up, peace up, a town down
Hit 'em up, peace up, a town down
If you ain't from 'round here dog don't even come around
[Verse 2]
Twist ya fingers up, bang, mother****, bang
Throw ya hoods up, bang, mother****, bang
East side, bang, mother****, bang
South side, bang, mother****, bang
[Verse 3]
Do ya thug thing, gon' get 'em up
Represent ya side, hit 'em up
Disrespect we gon' take it there
We thirty deep, lil' ****, we ain't fighting fair
[Verse 4]
You better holler at ya partners
Before we catch them outside and hit they **** with them choppers
The **** make my pants sag
Catch me bouncing through the club with my black flag
[Verse 5]
You don't like, it do something *****
Where I'm from if we don't like it we do something *****
And you know we gon' ride, homes
Stomped a **** **** out until they turn the lights on
[Verse 6]
Hit 'em up, peace up, a town down
Hit 'em up, peace up, a town down
Hit 'em up, peace up, a town down
If you ain't from 'round here dog don't even come around
[Verse 7]
Twist ya fingers up, bang, mother****, bang
Throw ya hoods up, bang, mother****, bang
East side, bang, mother****, bang
South side, bang, mother****, bang
[Verse 8]
Me and Jeezy on the back street
Choppers in the back seat
What we finna do's a question you ain't gotta ask me
Desert in my lap and skullcap and a black tee
Looking for the **** that say they finna attack me
[Verse 9]
Turn the music down low and let the 'llac creep
**** the police, I give a damn if they catch me
Wait a minute that's that **** looking at me
Let off fifty ****, **** ran like a track meet
[Verse 10]
I know my partners would have did the job for a flat fee
But seeing 'em **** bleed is the only thing that's gon' relax me
I'm hands on, ****, damn what you say?
All them games that you play don't stand a chance in the a *****
[Verse 11]
Hit 'em up, peace up, a town down
Hit 'em up, peace up, a town down
Hit 'em up, peace up, a town down
If you ain't from 'round here dog don't even come around
[Verse 12]
Twist ya fingers up, bang, mother****, bang
Throw ya hoods up, bang, mother****, bang
East side, bang, mother****, bang
South side, bang, mother****, bang
[Verse 13]
When I pull up on your block
All that bull**** stops
Man, ho know I'm the prince so that **** gon' drop
I was born in the a with things in my face
Smoke **** everyday
Zone three where to play
[Verse 14]
Yeah, I think I'm the **** 'cause I go an SS
But the **** a old folk so you can receive the letter
I'm the best of the best
And the freshest of the fresh
Got a pistol blank out with an Atlanta Hawk vest
[Verse 15]
Got a lifetime of trouble and my brain still nervous
I don't rep the a by mistake I do the **** on purpose
Do it how it's worth it rim and the cars swerving
It ain't nothing but Lil' Scrappy and G's up to start mercing
[Verse 16]
Hit 'em up, peace up, a town down
Hit 'em up, peace up, a town down
Hit 'em up, peace up, a town down
If you ain't from 'round here dog don't even come around
[Verse 17]
Twist ya fingers up, bang, mother****, bang
Throw ya hoods up, bang, mother****, bang
East side, bang, mother****, bang
South side, bang, mother****, bang
Written by: C. Harris, D. Richardson, Jay Jenkins, Jazze Pha, Phalon Alexander, Zachary Wallace

