[Big Boi]   Yeah   Its going all the way down   Aquemeni Records, Killer Mike, Slimm Calhoun   Just because your wearing a Braves' jersey   doesn't mean we on the same team you playin' on bitch   Cool and Dre on the track, run it   [Verse 1: Killer Mike]   Since last heard I'm still Randy Moss   and I still catch a beat runnin' when its tossed   and often light green kiss my ass to coffin   Cut the bull in Harlem on sloughths(?) and   cut the bull then I'm seven duece Impala whore dance   Ambidexterious juggle pretty girls and they friendly fifty friends   hit Jamacia rollin' papers turning up spotta benz   City corners I've been in a duece double O three Benz   I'm sittin' on those dubs twins   I'm from the city where kiddies ride on dope rims   It's where niggaz snap shot and they ain't takin' pictures mista   I'm well equipped to hit ya', same birthday as Hitler   I'll getcha   [Chorus: repeat 2X]   Hey we rep that A   A T L A N T A state of G A   G A G A home of the brave   home of the brave G A G A   home of the brave   [Verse 2: Killer Mike]   I got a Tahoe, and a Tahoe   she work out fit like Taebo   Get my findy(?) Air Force Ones   shit wait I'm so old   Last one to Louie Fitoine skins on my timbo's   Gettin' blown in a limo, that's my M.O.   Roll next presidential, get a pistol to your temple   I'll let it faint, leave your brain lingering in limbo   Southern fried that's how I ride, creed on simple   Kill 'em all let God seperate good from evil   You faggots do it for glory   Y'alls just do it for my people   I'm grand national built beautiful and legal   [Chorus]   [Verse 3: Slimm Calhoun]   A town down Braves started cap from the land of the made   ain't no hard atrap after depts of the dungeon   We livin' artifacts where niggaz rip chickens   talk bricks, keep an artist strapped   Flame throwers got us hot in the spot   wreckin these dog tails through red dog stripe   It's like all hell, block cells   make bail and it's back to these crooks and cakes jumpin' at next cell   What you know about the way the whales   kiss it your body scaled   I'm 'bout to hit by the box of tens through the mail   then reply beaten twelve sickness spinnin' on twenty-ones   We produce many guns, we spittin' at anyones   Disrespect (?) little bows   and I'll cock and explode up   Take me to the grave, grave, home of the brave   [Chorus]   [Killer Mike]   So slums, so sligh, nigga (i'm) straight ducked   you can ask my baby's mother she'll tell you niggaz shit   He the type to fuck a bitch   rob that bitch's baby brother   [Slimm Calhoun]   And I'm the type to rip ya bitch leave the shit up under your covers   (?) blessing from sin   New recrutes we in it again   rap so hard we flippin' again   walkin' dubs on the benz   [Killer Mike]   One, two, crack fiend   three on boys street jeans   Four full blown hit the scene   five like trap (?)   Like a thick hoe in sassy jeans   rub her right she'll cream   Fuck her right moan and scream   killer kill out on (?)   [Slimm Calhoun]   Swervin', servin', bouncin' the buttons   like 5 5 9 truck somethin'   Two glock nines round dumpin'   round my hip strap ain't jumpin'   Keep my bitch dunkin' somethin'   be outlawed bangin' 'em down for bustin'   [Chorus] - repeat to fade