It's Attic Crew, know what I'm saying   Want our corner back, A-Town, home team rule   For real      It's like shake, rattle, roll   It all started 105 Creel Road   And all y'all niggas hitting licks, who didn't know   It's 50 niggas behind these closed doors      So don't lose your grip, don't run your lip   These niggas pull them thangs   And they can't know worth a flip   But who's to blame, time done changed      Feet off in some grease, slicker than it was man   Brand new look, 'cause it's a brand new day   Gonna hit a lick, buy a hoe, then you on your way   See somewhere down the line, you must have fucked up      I was taught not to pay these hoes, to get these hoes legs up   See back in the day, you know it for sho'   Grandma said she ain't play, and they ain't play a radio   So I took up them words, got back on the curb      Now I'm bumping like a mug, ain't no getting the 3rd   Nothing but dirt, being done   Ain't honest work, but it bringing in them funds   I said I'm trapped in this thang, plenty years of being slum   And highly qualified for hitting niggas for they bum nigga      Pop, pop, pop, your partner got bust, he's a gonner black   The A-Town niggas want they corner back   Stick 'em   We looking for 'em, don't be wid' 'em   Cock back and let that thang, thang, hit 'em, get 'em      Now be prepared for when a time come for us to bust   As I engage in ways, out as a stray, like craze   Deep in this everglades, took [unverified]   Out in the battlefields, now what it is      You can't understand as I fulfill the need   To take it upon myself, to thrash and bash your ass   Now feel the wrath, as we ignite unto the path   So is it a [unverified] for acting like a bitch      Youngbloodz, Atlanta's own, two strong off in this shit   And if with them whips, you trip   Ready to fight for what you claim   As if it's a game of nuts, don't see what this might contain      So now you in range to gain the strength off which you feed   But as you can see, you headed for trouble, that's you and me   And with full speeds, you reapin' and tweetin' on down the line   So nigga here it is, 'cause niggas steady on the grind nigga      Pop, pop, pop, your partner got bust, he's a gonner black   The A-Town niggas want they corner back   Stick 'em   We looking for 'em, don't be wid' 'em   Cock back and let that thang, thang, hit 'em, get 'em      I'll get 'em back, trying to sack up my last little dope   I wonder if these boys got a scope on your fore'   And I know they don't, really don't give a shit   All I know, these niggas puttin' a hand on my profit      Gonna quit, really soon   Got thangs, [unverified] , right back on the clock and boom and   You losing your motherfucking mind, better realize   You gotta meet up with these country niggas eye to eye      So, don't make no dumb move   You outside your boundary nigga, the home team rule   Remember my nigga, see we done put it down for years   What the hell make you think we just gonna give it up like this      See your dividends, your only friend, gonna get you snatched up   And your back, looking weak, 'cause money sure can't knuck'   Your casket closed you got stuck in red dirt   And I pray for the family of the victim who got hurt nigga      Now through the dust I seen you coming from a mile away   Now give me three within this distance and be on your way   'Cause nowadays these niggas act as if it's all good   To walk around with smiles, as if they know they could      And if they should, I'd be the first to let these niggas know   That I ain't the one to be played, so leave that for them hoes   And to them fake ass niggas who swear they real   Better know what to do before you find yourself revealed      Pop, pop, pop, your partner got bust, he's a gonner black   The A-Town niggas want they corner back   Stick 'em'   We looking for 'em, don't be wid' 'em   Cock back and let that thang, thang, hit 'em', get 'em