Hook: 8x
It`s on da map (uh huh, yeah!)
Verse 1: Drama
Been down and dirty from the start
Bitch I been damn hard
Kept it treal, locked our grills, stayed away from them buster`s
Hidey hi, hidey ho, listen nigga this here how it go
C-4 to ya door, blow yo muthafuckin block off
Thoroughbred, bitch, ho, nigga, let`s lock up
A-t-l-a-n-t-a, G-A that`s where I fuckin` stay
Haps and hurl ya gats, listen boy check ya map
Hydro, I blow everyday all day
When I die Lord please let me be high and fucked up
A blunt off in my mouth and some yak off in my cup
Chin checking, wig splitter, with a tank off in my pants
Fuck the talking, square it out, cock ya pistol let`s dance
Its Tight IV Life and this ya Colonel, Mr. D-r-a-m-a
Godby Road is where ya from and that`s located in the A
But since ya won`ts ta ask, then I got to let `cha know
I represent Atlanta, Georgia, please believe that`s on the blow
Hook: 8x
It`s on da map (uh huh, yeah!)
Verse 2: Pastor Troy
I pump slugs, please do not play with me
I promise you gone see a place that you gone hate to be
I stand there patiently, then I start cranking up
This Remi in my cup
Tell them they fucking up
I come from way back, it`s Bankhead ho
A North Avenue, 1342
While you at home with boo, I`m on the grind ho
I come from Georgia ho
Just thought I`d let y`all know
I puff upon my dro`, the best I ever had
Please do not make me mad, with all the ackin bad
Boy I swear I got some bullets long as ding-a-ling
And I ain`t only killing you I`m killing everything
So bling bling if ya wanna, I`m cut off jeans and a tee
I`m representing like a flag for D.S.G.B.
Ain`t nothing free so you ol` me for this ass spankin`
Where the muthafuckers from what`cha thinking
Hook: 8x
It`s on da map (uh huh, yeah!)
Verse 3: Fabo
There come the police, knocking on my do`
With the GBI, said I was over the Georgia line
I committed a homicide
Running for my life this year it`s 2000 I`m bout to get mine
Started flipping the scrip, on the grind, all the time
Now it`s tragedy, cause everybody know what`s happening
They got me up at the post office, they after me
Can`t capture me
I`m a young gun, a desperado
Go blow for blow
I`m a hell of a nigga, they already know
I know they`ll try that`s why I got my vest protecting my chest
And I`m dressed in black boy
And that`s the really take care of the rest
I`m feeling distressed, I know I should`ve but do I would
Muthafucker tried to buck, that`s why I had to do it
I could`ve blew it, I did it execution style
He was on his knees and nailed his hands on the bathroom tile
I stayed awhile, and filled the house of evidence
They go through hell fucking with this Georgia resident
Hook: 16x
It`s on the map (uh huh, yeah!)
(Pastor Troy)
They bout to see a blood bath, A blood bath
