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| Self Explanatory |
Eyes Open (Intro)
Meet The Dealer
Fightin' In The Club
Realist
Backstage
Break Bread
May Sound Crazy | Hennessey & Hydro
Point 'em Out
So Decatur
Og Anthem
Slow Fuckin'
Kisha
Hey Shawty |
| » Eyes Open (Intro) « |
Ahora los ojos
Open your eyes
Open your eyes
[Verse 1]
Its time to get lost in my music you get lost don't confuse it
I was born for this shit so I never had to choose it
I would kill for the chance to get on you get off
I'm not sayin that I'm hard I'm just sayin you soft
The world wanna know my past if I'm real or if I'm not
Did I really play the trap have I ever dealt a rock
Is he really from the block where's the wounds that he got
It take a man to do the shootin anyone can get shot
So fuck the fact I had to grind or the fact that I did time
I should only be defined by the fact that I can rhyme
So I really ain't concerned if I seem street to em
Half the niggaz my niggaz like I don't even speak to em
So I spit that fly shit becuz I'm in it to last
And you ain't got enough style miles to be in my class
So before you cast your ballots on who's the greatest MC
Now that Jordan done retired and LeBron's in the league
You gon have to mention me and believe me it hurts
Its y'all that never paid attention to my previous work
But ain't no need bitchin I done captured your attention
Its a race to the top and I will go the distance
In the south's top label and the worlds our agenda
We give a fuck how we live just as long as you remember
Hear that hunger in my voice and that pain that I carry
But you can't admit you feel me til I'm dead and I'm buried
That's the worst part man cuz believe me I'm a fan
If it only is a demo well we did a million scans |
| » Meet The Dealer « |
(feat. Ludacris)
[Ludacris]
Yeah he go by the name of I Dub straight from Scottsdale where the rock sell
And we Disturbing tha Peace for 4 years strong and still just gettin started whaddup?
[Chorus: Ludacris]
Cuz when it come to this money I'm the main receiver
Snatch yo bitch then I aim to please her
Laid back puffin on a pound of that cheeba
While I'm listenin to the sounds of The Dealer
[Verse 1]
Yeah we gettin droed out (yeah) so bring them hoes out (yeah)
She tryna hold out (yeah) then she can roll out (yeah)
I'm spittin game folk (yeah) she love my name folk (yeah)
She love the fame folk (yeah) she wanna claim folk (yeah)
I'm tryna get blown (yeah) she tryna get known (yeah)
I'm drankin Hennessey (yeah) she off that Patrone (yeah)
We takin shots now (yeah) she love my rocks now (yeah)
It was a cold world (yeah) but I'm on top now (yeah)
Yall on that weak shit (yeah) that wan' beef shit (yeah)
But I ain't rap dog (yeah) I'm on that street shit (yeah)
So we can get it started (yeah) cuz I ain't never scared (yeah)
Before you call us out (yeah) you better be prepared (yeah)
[Chorus - 2X]
[Verse 2]
I'm from that Dec-Town (yeah) you'll get laid down (yeah)
We used to bust techs (yeah) we sprayin K's now (yeah)
All you local niggaz (yeah) y'all too underground (yeah)
You keep ya mouth shut (yeah) before you under ground (yeah)
And to you pretty thugs (yeah) I blow ya chest up (yeah)
While you dressed up (yeah) my niggaz vest up (yeah)
Be on that block shit (yeah) bust ya glock shit (yeah)
Yall just a bunch of hoes (yeah) that love to gossip (yeah)
I won't waste lines (yeah) I won't waste rhymes (yeah)
On you hoe niggaz (yeah) tryna get signed (yeah)
I feel ya pain dog (yeah) let me be clear (yeah)
You tryna get a rep (yeah) but you won't get it here (yeah)
[Chorus - 2X]
[Verse 3]
I was a unknown (yeah) now I'm full blown (yeah)
I had no threads (yeah) now the block's on (yeah)
I changed my whole life (yeah) in like 3 years (yeah)
I lost a few friends (yeah) shed a few tears (yeah)
But that's the cost dog (yeah) to be da boss dog (yeah)
If I'm on dog (yeah) you get off dog (yeah)
And its no problem (yeah) getcha small starch (yeah)
Off in this rap game (yeah) I got no comp (yeah)
I'm on them 2-4's (yeah) I'm in that new range (yeah)
Yeah its the same shit (yeah) but its a new game (yeah)
Yall ain't real man (yeah) stop that grill man (yeah)
You might get killed man (yeah) so here's the deal man (yeah)
[Chorus - 2X] |
| » Fightin' In The Club « |
(feat. Lil Fate, Tity Boi, Chingy)
[I-20]
Yeah Yeah
[Tity Boi]
Yeah, Yeah Hey, hey, hey, hey
[Chingy]
Yeah Yeah
[Lil Fate]
Yeah Yeah
[All]
Yeah Yeah
[Chingy]
They fightin in tha club
[Chorus: I-20 (Chingy) repeat 2x]
They thugged out (thugged out)
So clear tha club out (club out)
Niggas get drugged out (drugged out)
(i say they fightin in tha club)
[I-20]
Yeah dealem bitch recognize im back up on my grind hoe
Niggas talkin this and that and wonder what i sound hoe
Oh now you hatin DTP cause we got tha game sold
Botton line you gotta problem then tell it to my 9 hoe
Fuck ya boy he somebody, swing it till that nigga dead
Chingy make a chicken head
Tell that chick to give me head
You can die tonight hoe
Get a pill roll on
Feezy where them hoes at
Tity all the dro gone
D my sista stunnem man i hope that i'll support her
You can tell my niece call her i will die for her father
I-20 is a street nigga better recognize we aint gotta go our sides
We can doit it in tha filth
[Chorus: I-20 (Chingy) repeat 2x]
They thugged out (thugged out)
So clear tha club out (club out)
Niggas get drugged out (drugged out)
(i say they fightin in tha club)
[Lil Fate]
Now you can catch me in tha DnDnC them boys throwin up they thumbs
North north won this bitch nigga where you from
Southside eastside westside there reclyin
Boys throwin signs 'bout to start a fuckin riot
Bangin,niggas real gangstas in tha M-Town
But im from the "A" so this is the type of shit i been round
Nigga yeah fuck yall niggas ya niggas wankstas
They got his ass beat with bottles chairs and tables
[Chorus: I-20 (Chingy) repeat 2x]
They thugged out (thugged out)
So clear tha club out (club out)
Niggas get drugged out (drugged out)
(i say they fightin in tha club)
[Tity Boi]
It's a chair over there and a bottle to tha left
Aint nobody playing fair ever man for themselve
When the push come to shove, shove come to push
You against us now us against you
All the buses came in 22's when the spre whole crew
And you probably gon run when the girls screamin "i thought i seen a gun"
They yellin that they fightin in tha club
Got people doing stunts got people rolling blunts
Got people in the ring got people that have sense
You need to stay low till you get out this building
Bursting everything even ya enemy
Niggas swinging pool sticks niggas throwing pool balls
Got niggas throwing bottles and got them throwing them all
I get locked up, I'mma get out tomorrow
They fightin in the club
Its all our fault had to go to waste cause all us folks
We used everthing for all us quote they took everything from all us
Folks my blue shirt and they all got tore
Break pay for it we all got dough buckem bust buckem bust
They fightin in tha club
[Chorus: I-20 (Chingy) repeat 2x]
They thugged out (thugged out)
So clear tha club out (club out)
Niggas get drugged out (drugged out)
(i say they fightin in tha club)
[Chingy]
They fightin you fightin then get out tha spot
Hey black creep out to the ride and get ya shit and pop
In fact I'm posted by the bar like tha hood star that i am
Dont make me up my peace and turn ya brains into some jam
Ya heard that nigga got scared ya scared bust his head with
A beer ya heard why you runnin over here to scared
Fuck them blaze up that urb barlin parkin its like them tennis
So did i mention that DTP'll tear tha club up
Bitch nigga whats up dont get fucked up we'll blow yo truck up
Atlanta to St.Louis they bangin gangs or not yeah
i bang a AK and it got a Gang of shot dont get shot .... im from tha block
[Chorus: I-20 (Chingy) repeat 2x]
They thugged out (thugged out)
So clear tha club out (club out)
Niggas get drugged out (drugged out)
(i say they fightin in tha club) |
| » Backstage « |
(feat. Butch Cassidy)
[I-20]
Yeah, adult Hip Hop 25 and older put your hands up
Rich Nice where you at baby? Whoo!
I go by the name Bobby Bronson
Yeah, this is Disturbing Tha Peace
Every now and then we switch it up, you know
Mellow it out, I'm capable of that, you know
[Verse 1: I-20]
Yeah, now you about to hear the sounds of Down South Hip Hop
In my CL-Vert with the top just dropped
Some broad from backstage at the show I just rocked
but before I hit the room I make a quick pitstop
Late night, Buckhead, time to hit the BP
a new pack a switches and a box of MC's
Got no time for playin hope the broad know well
the penthouse suite at the Swiss Hotel
It's the real after party if you tryna meet me
got anything to drink, I just need some I.D
If you know you ain't cutting it's gonna be a long walk
cause you came here for nothing if you think we gonna talk
[Chorus Butch Cassidy]
Backstage we chilling where the players are
the ladies hoping just to meet a star
and ain't telling what they gonna do
we been sitting on the couch for all the things we do
we'll only take you if you bad as hell
no disrespect if you look so well
its kind of crazy if you understand
so let's take advantage now, and keep these hoes in check
[Verse 2: I-20]
Now I ain't tryna be rude but lets get this thing moving
if not keep it moving cause these other hoes choosing
If pussy was a drug I woulda been OD'd
if you niggaz fucking dimes then my bitch is a key
Pimp a dime, break a bitch, take the chick of the leash
so if niggaz wanna hit it you can rent it at least
sounds fucked up don't it, but it's part of the game
Same women holla lover all caught up in fame
And the girls at 'cris concert be acting the worst
claiming they don't know a nigga but they rapping my verse
It's cool shawty, you ain't gotta know me to cut
cause if you know me then you probably know I'm ready to cut
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: I-20]
Love this ain't hip hop, this and this is all a little message
that our dressing room is really for undressing
You wanna talk to me, even date me at that
But the night still young baby later for that
You wanna know my real name, where I'm from, how to start
and me I'm just tryna get your legs spread apart
Yo nigga told you that he love you and you fell right in
and now you see he never meant it and his car was just rented
here's a drink, take a shot, take a sip, here's a glass
use that backstage pass to give me backstage ass
see it ain't no disrespect if you know you too proud
so take this autograph and stay the fuck in the crowd
[Butch Cassidy (I-20)]
Backstage the only place for you and me
then we head straight to the (?) (break it down)
there's no other place I'd rather be (come on)
between the sheets (speak to em, dog)
Backstage (everyone feel free to sing)
Get Paid (everybody hand should be up at this point)
Get Laid (we going back to the dance floor, you ready? 1, 2, 3, 4)
[Chorus w/ (I-20 ad-libing)]
Yeah, the sounds of my man Butch Cassidy
I am The I-20, Eastside to the fullest
it's all love it's all good, ya'know
[I-20 talking]
25 and over adult hip hop, yeah
Butch Cassidy, I-20 Eastside |
| » Break Bread « |
(feat. Ludacris, Bone Crusher)
[Intro: Bone Crusher + (Ludacris)]
I-20 nigga (Break bread nigga) Yeah
Don't get skull drug (break bread nigga) Fuck nigga
What (Break bread nigga)
Tell 'em tell 'em (break bread nigga)
[Chorus: Bone Crusher & Ludacris - repeat 2X]
Heyyyyy I'm a maniac
Go and tell the whole world Mr. Pain is back
So get them thangs out you betta lock up ya house
And tell the cops they let the animals out
Break bread nigga
[Verse 1]
I-20 Meet the Dealer cuz I'm out on bail
I broke free and I ain't never goin back to jail
ATL's eastside says I'm back from hell
Reintroduced to my connect and I got sacks to sell
Since I was young I broke bones usin sticks and stones
Puttin bruises on you losers lames leave me alone
I'll be servin it for certain til the day that I die
You got that reggie for the low I got that fire for the high
Niggaz travelin when they rappin but I feel like they actin
And I ain't talkin bout vacation if I say that I'm packin
Hear that hunger in my voice and all the pain in my eyes
If this the only chance I get to you can bet I'mma ride
I got my back against the wall but my hand on my tool
Cuz niggaz gotta give me somethin I got nothin to lose
A-Town's new ruler throw ya side in the sky
Yall niggaz lovin how ya livin but I'm (distorted) ready to die
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
You niggaz settin up to get me better come wit that four
This 20 got magazines and I ain't talkin +The Source+
Mr. Pain'll change the game by the time I'mma reign
I catch a charge like a flagrant foul deep in the lane
Yall niggaz know where y'all can find me see I'm deep in the south
Where niggaz put away they Benz and pull they Chevrolet out
Yall niggaz cakin on these broads spend a stack on that bitch
I'll throw that ho right out the VIP and throw some yak ('gnac) on that bitch
And as far as all this beefin y'all ain't worryin me
We the index so I'm body that's a story in me
If I say it then I meant it you can take it at that
Yall been eatin off these streets and now I'm takin it back
Yall won't see me sideways you get it live and direct
I-20 in the flesh I'm comin live from the Dec
DTP I represent it see I'm more than a star
And if I'm fuckin witcha club I'm buyin (distorted) more than the bar
[Chorus]
[Bridge: Ludacris (Bone Crusher) - 4X]
Get back and putcha life on the line (tell em)
Get back and putcha life on the line
Break bread nigga
[Verse 3]
I-20 is the shorts I be still takin aim
I'm the blocks head coach bitch I'm teachin the game
So I'm servin like I'm Agassi Venus or Serena
I'm ridin wit a felony you duckin misdemeanors
And man I'm still hurtin and my mama's still workin
So I stay wit the glove and a mask like a servant
A-Town's new ruler throw ya side in the sky
Yall niggaz lovin how ya livin and I'm (distorted) ready to die
[Chorus]
[Ending: Bone Crusher (Ludacris)]
Tell 'em (break bread nigga)
Tell 'em what (break bread nigga)
Tell 'em (break bread nigga)
Say what (break bread nigga)
Get cha shit fucked up bitch nigga (break bread nigga) |
| » Hennessey & Hydro « |
(feat. Three 6 Mafia)
[Chorus: DJ Paul - repeat 2X]
Got a nigga gone got a got a nigga gone
Got a got a nigga gone
Off that Hennessey and Hydro
[Verse 1: I-20]
I'm droed out dead drunk and even off them Ex pills
My foots alone could make ya groan and even give ya neck chills
I call Paul hit up Juice and now we on the Jazzy T
I got my heat in case they creep cuz that's just how these niggaz be
I'm slow motion slow ridin lookin for some slow head
You know 2-0 I'm eastside what I rep until I'm dead
7 deuce Catalina all chrome and candy paint
And got my nerve to ask myself I wonder why these niggaz at
I'm so street I love the beef ain't no way I'm endin it
So just in case it last long I bought me an extended clip
Three 6 my other click and DTP is who I love
I'm always hollerin bout that Dec cuz I'm in love wit where I'm from
So eastside throw it up rep ya side and let 'em know
Got plenty shells that I can give and ain't afraid to let 'em go
Hennessey and Hydro got a nigga gone dog
My muthafuckin lifestyle is more than just a song dog
[Chorus - 2X]
[Verse 2: DJ Paul]
I put the peddle to the medal then stop
Point it out the window boy a big ol plastic glock
Bullets richochetin man flyin through they car doe
Stoppin in they bodies and explodin cuz they hollows
Ballin off doin about a dollar and I got ghost
They was in a Regal I was in a Monte Carlo
Pissin on they CDs thought they really wanted beef
Now they back there bleedin from they head to they stanky feet believe it
[Verse 3: Juicy J]
Playa pass me the green I'mma smoke it like a fiend
And I'm bout to pour some purple syrup and sip up on some lean
But its cool if you niggaz wanna take the weed and roooooll it
If you wanna buy the syrup and then poooour it
Don't be stingy wit the shit because I'm soooo legit
Ain't the type to take the weed and then hoooold it
Juicy J the type to lick a blunt and foooold it
You can come by my crib and get soooooo lit
[Chorus - 2X] |
| » So Decatur « |
[I-20 - Talking]
Eastside .. Eastside hoe this our anthem
Yo killa's here, I-20 let's run niggaz
[Chorus]
I'm so Decatur
I'm so Decatur
I'm so Decatur
I'm so Decatur
[Verse]
Dealer got the coke for all the snorters and the shooters
If I say they online, I ain't talkin' 'bout computers
D.E.C. Eastside hoe we back on the grind
If I'm in the trap I like to pack a mack or a 9
In '94 I'm sellin' bass, in a place called spanish trace
In a second you can vanish, dead and gon' without a trace
I caught my first case, for boomin' out the back of south deca'
Man I wouldn't be caught there without a Z atleast a half
Shit I had to be fresh, they had the T's on friday night's
And if the car ain't got no shoes, I can't say I'm ridin' right
I had this trick, out in Eastwick, who turn tricks and suck dick
And when I went to see her, I would always have a full clip
Scottdale bitch, one been through some rappin' lands
Mr. Coug' a damn shame, call the twins from jagged edge
And I will rep the D.E.C., til' it ain't no breath in me
Whether Glenwood, Rainbow, Flexo's or Macavee see...
[Chorus]
I'm so Decatur
I'm so Decatur
I'm so Decatur
I'm so Decatur
[Verse]
Yeah, I talk that dope slang folk, rock and dust
Treat my hoes like my pistols, cock and bust
You better study hip-hop, if you think someone else
Could spit the game so trill and get they shit off the shelf
Niggaz think they so fire, well I'ma full alarm blaze
Set ya braids on fire, til' they burn to a fade
This that eastside shit dog, let it be known
And our hands in all the car folk, nothin' but chrome
It's all stuntin' in the Dec. dog that's rule #1
Ya see more niggaz touchin' rims then a game of 21
And I'm so slum with it, my roots are du' deep
I'm so street if I get shot I'd probably bleed concrete
Take a second, swallow what you heard
Try to understand while they follow every word
While they put me on a pedastile and worship what I say
I-Dub out that eastside and this is how we pray, say ugnhh!
[Chorus]
I'm so Decatur
I'm so Decatur
I'm so Decatur
I'm so Decatur
[Verse]
I-Double, I'm straight out the Dec., no one is better
Niggaz claim I changed my style, but I only changed the letters
From BMX to BMW, AK's to MP's
.OZ's to ASCAP, the BUS to SUV's
Bitch please, I'm from Atlanta where we brawl and we fight
When you ever heard me rhyme and it was only aiight
I ain't shit, but I'am the shit, you do the math
This ain't a clip, it's a full clip, move or get blast
The only one that could be king, cause I do it for real
Don't believe me we can hit the deck and do it for real
Pretty thugstyle, got these bitches kissin' us off
Fake rappers sound like bad blaoww's, pissin' me off
Infamous, I'ma icon, ain't no endin' me
Call Chaka all you want, and you still won't be D.T.P.
Basically y'all faggots, cause you do it and run
Ain't no killa's on the payroll cause we do it for fun, folk
[Chorus]
I'm so Decatur
I'm so Decatur
I'm so Decatur
I'm so Decatur |
| » Slow Fuckin' « |
(feat. Shawnna)
[Chorus (I-20) X2]
I just love it when its like
(In Out, In Out, In Out In Out)
Slow Fuckin'
[Shawnna]
He said he like the way that pussy roll
Get on top let it drop, put ya tongue in my mouf, can you feel that pussy hole
When I heard 'em say yeah
Put his hands in my hair, right there made him lose control
On the belveder now tell me dear I bet get you gone
And I make 'em say yeah, cause I got that work
In the back now stop that hurt, pulling off my shirt
Lickin on my ? now come and feel it squirt
And I'm talkin bout licking and sucking
Lusting and sticking and touching, loving
That pussy you up and stuck in position for thugging loving is slow fucking
[I-20]
Now mama said she like it when the dick get hard
From the back let me smack throw it back, Now I'm digging holes in your backyard
When I fuck you can trust feel it deep in your gut
Want stop tell you say soon
Gimmie head in a slay bed you can beg bitch and I want let it go
Yeah, So that how the dealer cut, I feel you need to nut
Make it rough 'til a nigga want to bust, and I have to beg that bitch to fuck
Fuck what them other hoes say, I'm thinking fuck the foreplay
We can fuck 'til we both pass out, ass out, on the couch now all my hoes say
[Chorus X4]
[I-20]
Niggaz say they hate it when a bitch is tight (tight)
First date cause your friends goin' hate play game make you wait all fuckin' night (night)
Get her drunk, get it crunk from the front
Now you dealing with a fuckin pro
Pull her hair, smack her ass do it rough even though she want it fucking slow
That's how the story go
Fake niggaz stay and talk, real niggaz nut and leave
Tell her friends, come on in, make it bend everybody on they fucking knees
I love dem closet freaks, dem ones that hardly speak
'Til you get her all alone, make it grown, make it known and now her pussy speak
[Shawnna]
Now you see that booty bouncing up and down
Now I switch that do, cause I'm off that dro
And I make it do round and round
Send a bitch a crown, and a bitch a vest
So wet it'll make you drown
And it make you sweat, when I lick that neck, make ya lip drop to the ground
Know I'm talking bout?
Sticking and stroking, chocking and getting me open
Hitting that shit cuz its portent, knowin my kit aint no joking
Can I Get Some Mo' Baby?
And that thing be drivin me crazy
Wanna see me havin a baby, but a bitch to slick and to shady
Gotta fuck me slow and squeeze me
[Chorus X4]
[Shawnna]
You know I like when he fuck me slow
Got a bitch like Woah, cuz the dick like Oh
And he bet not tell me No
From the car to the do', to the do' to the bed, from the bed back to the flo'
Got 'em gone in the head, and I'm gone in the bread, cause I bitch gotta get that dough
And he talking bout makin me wifey, and I'm thinking that shit aint to likely
Cause it aint no bitch out there like like, even though yo bitch wanna fight me
Got Make A Move Shawty
And aint got no time for the fussing, all that bullshit griping and cussing
Wanna feel yo biting and busting
Gotta fuck me slow shawty
[I-20]
Do I make you horny baby?
If you need it, I can eat, 'fore you skeet it
Stop it you should warn me baby
Pussies get swollen, I'm rolling holding on magnums shawty
And if I beat it and leave it, believe I'm bragging shawty
It just might happen shawty
In (In) Out (Out) bend over and poke it out
When I nut I roll it up, I light it then I smoke her out
Slow fucking, hoe bucking, nigga let me hold something
Eat it and greedy, I need it beat like she stole something
[Chorus until song end] |
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