クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Scrappy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
C. Jackson
Songwriter
D. Richardson II
Songwriter
J Dutton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
C. Jackson
Executive Producer
Emperor Searcy
Executive Producer
Jonathan "Lil Jon" Smith
Executive Producer
Rob McDowell
Executive Producer
Tom Whalley
Executive Producer
Vince Phillips, Esq.
Executive Producer
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer
Steve Baughman
Mixing Engineer
Jake1
Producer
K. Miller
Recording Engineer
Jake One
Producer
Vince Phillips
Executive Producer
歌詞
[Verse 1]
Yeah, it's 50
Uh huh, Scrappy
It's the unit
Ah, ****, what you don't know
Is I ride around with the .44
Got a lil' brown tryna get some more
Who you tryin' to front?
I'll let the whistles blow, the whistles blow
[Verse 2]
I represent Atlanta, I'm an A-Town rider
I'll lay a **** down (Ah, n****, what's up?)
I ain't aimin' at your legs, I'ma put it to your head
Until your brains on the ground (Ah, n****, what's up?)
****, Trix are for kids, **** out here catchin' biz
Ah, his dick playin' round (Ah, n****, what's up?)
Shawty gon' keep talkin' and we talkin'
I'ma put that fucking gun on your mouth (Ah, n****, what's up?)
[Verse 3]
It's the prince of the south, back up in me
With the tool in my pocket and the A-Town fitted
If you don't get love from the A then you ain't winnin'
I'm on the break, butt naked hoes and big boy pimpin'
In the A, all the **** they think I be trippin'
'Cause I walk with my gun out, prepare for the lickin'
The young boys stay crunk, them rims be spinnin'
**** will jack you for your car, I don't care what you whippin'
[Verse 4]
But I'ma tell you like this, I don't play no games
I was built for this shit and I can take the pain
Through my whole life course I've been off the chain
And **** knew I been broke way before the fame
I've been havin' crazy thoughts of murkin' a ****
Ooh, I wish a **** would, I don't take that shit
It's a lot of talkers and less walkers that's rich
My mama taught me to hit every **** that act like a bitch
[Verse 5]
I represent Atlanta, I'm an A-Town rider
I'll lay a **** down (Ah, n****, what's up?)
I ain't aimin' at your legs, I'ma put it to your head
Until your brains on the ground (Ah, n****, what's up?)
****, Trix are for kids, **** out here catchin' biz
Ah, his dick playin' round (Ah, n****, what's up?)
Shawty gon' keep talkin' and we talkin'
I'ma put that fucking gun on your mouth (Ah, n****, what's up?)
[Verse 6]
Ay, ay, ay, ay
Ay, ay, ay, ay (There's no place like home)
Ay, ay, ay, ay
Ay, ay, ay, ay (There's no place like home)
[Verse 7]
See these streets pay me, I'm a create a baby
I been like JT, I don't care if they like me
If I am A around my way
I'ma rep the A all goddamn day
It's Atlanta, GA so watch what you say
That's where I stay, I be on Cascade
The choppers spray, get hit with the K
From a block away, fuckin' with me
Ay, zone three is the place to be
Where the young **** will get you got for free
You don't see a crack head gettin' crunk on TV
And if you don't believe me then why don't you come see? Ay
[Verse 8]
I represent Atlanta, I'm an A-Town rider
I'll lay a **** down (Ah, n****, what's up?)
I ain't aimin' at your legs, I'ma put it to your head
Until your brains on the ground (Ah, n****, what's up?)
****, Trix are for kids, **** out here catchin' biz
Ah, his dick playin' round (Ah, n****, what's up?)
Shawty gon' keep talkin' and we talkin'
I'ma put that fucking gun on your mouth (Ah, n****, what's up?)
Written by: C. Jackson, D. Richardson II, J Dutton

