The life I live is so beautiful
And exquisite so everybody wanna live it
They choose the lifestyle for the glamour
And for the dreams of making cream like a freelancer
Without considering what its about how maintaining
How I keep my bank account from draining
So many niggas want to take my place
The feds want a case
Who can I trust on this paper chase
They got my partner in the precinct making deals
Thought he was real, we been snuffing snakes for years
Came to me wired up the feds got me tied up
Facing so much time I can't buy it up
Made bond now I'm on the run
Can't get no worse since the case though
They say you hot son
Finally captured and offered life from the start
Give up your boss or tote your cross
You got tha heart?


A lot of niggas want to join the click
Cause we rich
They never think about what we do to keep this shit
When the feds prosecute you as a street guard
What you gone do?
You got tha heart?


It's after midnight
You coming home from the boss
Your car phone rings obscene phone call
Now you greeted by a strange voice
Squeeze your steering wheel
Great feel knock you off course
The desperate voice say I got your son
With his pretty face taped to the barrel of my shotgun
Whether he lives or dies that's up to you
I need a million cash fast what you gone do
Tell you what, have your butt home in and out
Prove your power or show your son you's a coward
And watch him die after I molest him
Teach you a lesson that'll keep your ass from flexin'
You call the cops your son drops
Your little boy will be sent to death by his own pops
Now what you think they got your ass in the path
And your boy dead, if you ain't got tha heart


A lot of niggas want to join the click
Cause we rich
They never think about what we do to keep this shit
When dirty niggas catch you slippin and pull your card
What you gone do?
You got tha heart?


I got a call from a watcher says its going down
We checking ground clean up and get out of town
Remember those 5 tricks who robbed the click
And cops found 3 dead in the trunk of precious' shit
He finna snitch this shit 'bout to hit the fan
I just left the can I can't go back man
So what you gone do, chill let me think this through
Round up the click and meet me at the shack quick
Where Precious at? On his way to the precinct
We got to hit him or its life in the clench
Lets move quickly before interrogation starts
And peel his cap before he tells the facts
I grab my vest two nines and hit the floor
Asked God for protection and hit the door
I reached the crew and said listen up from the start
We killing cops and all you got tha heart?

A lot of niggas want to join the click
Cause we rich
They never think about what we do to keep this shit
When its time to kill a cop and stay on top
What you gone do?
You got tha heart?
A lot of niggas want to join the click
Cause we rich
They never think about what we do to keep this shit
When dirty niggas catch you slipping and pull your
card
What you gone do?
You got tha heart?
A lot of niggas want to join the click
Cause we rich
They never think about what we do to keep this shit
When the feds prosecute you as a street guard
What you gone do?
You got tha heart?

We Dem Georgia Boyz [4x]


We Dem Georgia Boyz, We Dem Georgia Boyz
We Dem Georgia Boyz, We Dem Georgia Boyz
That's Makin Dat Georgia Noise

We Dem Georgia Boyz, We Dem Georgia Boyz
We Dem Georgia Boyz


You Want War, you got war, so bring it on
I'm bussin at you bitches wit da fuckin chrome
Like Sylvester Stallone, I play no fuckin games
2000 Jesse James, I bust my nose wit caine
A Little Falcon, a little (?)
You talkin noise slim, we gettin paid
Now watch me spray, in every direction in everyway
You betsta pray, yo ass go die where you lay
Cause That's Dem Georgia Boyz!!!!!!


We Dem Georgia Boyz, We Dem Georgia Boyz
We Dem Georgia Boyz, That's Makin Dat Georgia Noise

We Dem Georgia Boyz, We Dem Georgia Boyz
We Dem Georgia Boyz


I Come From Georgia
(?) G.A,
Ya'll Bets Not Fuckin Play
Wit All Dem Dicks we spray
Fuck Nigga I Bright Yo Day Just Like Valentines
While You Flexin to dem hoes nigga we on da grind
Studio on my mind, I know I gots ta shine
It's time to draw the line, bitch nigga steady buyin
Cuz in my clique we got mack 11's and ak's
I swear to god yo punk ass go die where you lay
We Dem Georgia Boyz!!!!


We Dem Georgia Boyz, We Dem Georgia Boyz
We Dem Georgia Boyz, We Dem Georgia Boyz
That's Makin Dat Georgia Noise

We Dem Georgia Boyz, We Dem Georgia Boyz
We Dem Georgia Boyz


Dem deadly guns that we spray
Where you stand nigga where you gon lay
Nigga come down talkin shit, get cha wig split
Down here in GA, I stay in da hood,
Jus waitin for a nigga to act out
Then blow his back out
I got da gun but here come da back out
Like Jerry Stackhouse,
I be takin dem niggaz to da hole
Dis how it's gon go,
I ain go quit till my shit get sold
You hear me ho?
Dem Boyz wanna know what da hell is happenin my nigga
What's shakin, what's poppin,
What's crackulakin my nigga?


We Dem Georgia Boyz, We Dem Georgia Boyz
We Dem Georgia Boyz, We Dem Georgia Boyz
That's Makin Dat Georgia Noise

We Dem Georgia Boyz, We Dem Georgia Boyz
We Dem Georgia Boyz, That's Makin Dat Georgia Noise

We Dem Georgia Boyz, We Dem Georgia Boyz
We Dem Georgia Boyz, That's Makin Dat Georgia Noise

We Dem Georgia Boyz, We Dem Georgia Boyz
We Dem Georgia Boyz, That's Makin Dat Georgia Noise

We Dem Georgia Boyz, We Dem Georgia Boyz
We Dem Georgia Boyz, That's Makin Dat Georgia Noise

We Dem Georgia Boyz, We Dem Georgia Boyz
We Dem Georgia Boyz!!!!!

They got they hands clappin [14x]



The Last Supper, the last hustla's, the last bad muthafuckers
We killing you suckas undercover
Brothers, and other niggas that's gone run up
Run in the chamber muthafuckers getting burnt up
Cause you done fucked up
You shouldn't of fucked wit dis
Go out to kill yo kids, and now we splittin' wigs
It's DSGB, you know we psychopath
We killing everybody, a Georgia bloodbath
And if we fucking come, go get the timebomb
I'm like a thunderstorm, I'm screaming Red Rum
Until you fucking dead, because I'm pumping lead
Directly at yo head, nigga we gotta eat
Just make my meal complete, a leg or a feet
And I'm gone eat you up cause I don't give a fuck
The Last Supper



The last niggas, the last supper
The last bad muthafuckers, the last hustla's
I asked the Lord to reveal the last niggas to me
And he told me its DSGB

The last, the last niggas, the last supper
The last bad muthafuckers, the last hustla's
I asked the Lord to reveal the last niggas to me
And he told me its DSGB



This is the last fucking supper not the daily bread
And so to any interruptions we choppin heads
We choppin' legs lettin 'em marinate
And I'ma hustla in this game I pull is penetrate
Eliminate, bitch niggas buy the 12 pack
I walk wit Outbacks and tilt my fucking fitted hat
I asked God to reveal the real me
My vision was kind of blury but appeared an O.G., O.G.
And Lord have mercy on me on me
And Lord have mercy on DSGB
We riding on niggas until the day we fucking die
And when we die, we still gone fucking ride
So how bout piercing till these muthafuckers bleed
I'm choppin' 'em down to they muthafucking knees
The Last Supper



The last niggas, the last supper
The last bad muthafuckers, the last hustla's
I asked the Lord to reveal the last niggas to me
And he told me its DSGB

The last, the last niggas, the last supper
The last bad muthafuckers, the last hustla's
I asked the Lord to reveal the last niggas to me
And he told me its DSGB

They got they hands clappin' [4x]



This is The Last Supper, break bread with real niggas
We choppin heads, ain't scared to kill niggas
For real nigga, slow it down and we'll be fine
You can have my blood, drank up cause it is wine
Your soul is mine, you pursuing my wicked thoughts
And the way you move and the slick shit that you talk
DSGB, come in and have a seat
See all this food, sit down and let's eat
And you will see better days they shall come
And if they don't get yo gun and drop bombs
The Last Supper



The last niggas, the last supper
The last bad muthafuckers, the last hustla's
I asked the Lord to reveal the last niggas to me
And he told me its DSGB

The last, the last niggas, the last supper
The last bad muthafuckers, the last hustla's
I asked the Lord to reveal the last niggas to me
And he told me its DSGB

They got they hands clappin' (uh-huh) [4x]



My body the bread, my blood the wine
Pastor Troy and My niggas is the grind
Ain't got no time for no fake muthafuckers
Bitch say ya grace, this the last fucking supper
We hustla's nigga, I'm the muthafucking boss
Fresh out the womb till they nail me to the cross
Done took a lost, so you know my mindframe
What the fuck that muthafucker name?
On everythang I ever loved reppin thugs
DSGB you may drink of the blood
Now haters, just admit my perfection
And keep yo Smith & Wesson
It is my resurrection

Cause I be damn (what) [3x]


Cause I be damn
If my niggas don't be riding them vogues
Cause I be damn
If my niggas don't be pimping them hoes
Cause I be damn
If my niggas don't be burning that dro
Cause I be damn (say what) [2x]
Cause I be damn
If DSGB ain't ready for war
Cause I be damn
If I don't have that tek 9 in my car
Cause I be damn
If Lil' Pete ain't gone shine bright like a star
Cause I be damn (say what) [2x]
Cause I be damn
If them niggas run up and they don't get done
Cause I be damn
If my pot don't blaze hot like the sun
Cause I be damn
If you don't know you done fucked with the one
Cause I be damn (say what) [2x]
Cause I be damn
If them boys don't be keeping it hot
Cause I be damn
If them boys don't be busting them glocks
Cause I be damn
If them boys don't be cranking the spot
Cause I be damn (say what) [2x]
Cause I be damn
If my niggas won't shut down the club
Cause I be damn
If my niggas don't be pumping them slugs
Cause I be damn
If my niggas don't be selling them drugs
Cause I be damn
Cause I be damn (say what)

Cause I be damn [16x]


Cause I be damn if a nigga won't
Damn if a nigga will
Damn if I won't get my glock out and shoot to kill
Damn if I'm gonna miss
Damn if I'm getting bitched
Damn if you gonna play me out like I'm new to this
Damn if it ain't a hit
Damn if this ain't the song
That you realize that them Georgia boys dropping bombs
Damn if I ain't gone ride in the Benz getting high
Damn if I ain't in the back loading up a 45
Damn when it's time to blaze
To the hood getting paid
Damn when my niggas busting shops full of that gunplay
Damn when I see a hoe, got to let that bitch know
That I'm rolling dro in that motherfucking optimo
Damn when I'm gonna leave with your bitch smoking weed
Got them fucking hoes in the club steady jocking me

Cause I be damn [12x]


Cause I be damn
If my niggas don't be riding on dubs
Cause I be damn
If DSGB don't be throwing it up
Cause I be damn
If you swerving through my block with a mug
Cause I be damn [3x]
If I let them coppers catch me in traffic
And I be damn
If I let them fuckers stop me from rapping
Cause I be damn
If run across, this shit gone get drastic
Cause I be damn [3x]
If I let this fuck nigga ride wit me
Get high wit me, your chicken head ass girl wanna get
right beside me
Cause I be damn if I let that bitch ride for free
Cause I be damn if I let these demons dwell wit me
Cause I be damn if I let these crackers bury me
And give a fuck if they murder me CAUSE I BE DAMN!!

Cause I be damn [17x]

These niggas asking how I choose to die
Just like a muthafucking G is my only reply
Hi 7, Mac 11 with the shoulder slang
Crank me up, bitch I'm gunning killing everything
And my veins pumping nothing but this thug blood
Maybe blue nigga, till I'm through nigga, yeah
Situation got a nigga bout to self-destruct
Better tell them niggas I don't give a fuck
I make money, nigga money doesn't make me
Guess that's why all these weak niggas hate me
And lately I been letting a bunch of shit ride
But fuck that where my muthafucking forty-five



I sold my soul to the devil for a small price
I walk through muthafucking hell screaming thug life
And I was asking everybody where the devil hang
I got them niggas with me they be talking gang bang



My head gone, cause I been on this earth long enuff,
In this land of little trust
Where all my models and rubs, till I been bottled and brewed
And it's been provin' that it ain't shit to prove
I move about a gram a so, but clientele won't grow,
until all them basers know, that I keep that butter
A new face runs shop with me, said she need a 30 piece
But I can't do shit because I think she's undercover
My brother doing fed time, so I move nickels and dimes
Praying when he comes out I can break him off
He taught me all the game, make them boys find our name
but from point blank range show them fuckers we ain't soft
I lost about a dozen of my cousins, homicide
How the hell am I supposed to hide the fucking hurt
The many tears I cry, understanding me I tryed
Then my cousin came to me and said coz go to work
Now I'm grinding
My timing, perfect, pick a mack and me some clothing
The corner stores, the ski masks, the forty-fours
Run up on 'em so slick, and get my pistol and click
Give me the muthafucking bag or I'm gone buss yo' shit
Now I came up, a fifteen thousand dollar lick
Yeah Red Mouth, the Pastor need about a brick, and now it's on
Strictly, quarters or grams,
them down south georgia boys done blew up on all ya'll haters



I sold my soul to the devil for a small price
I walk through muthafucking hell screaming thug life
And I was asking everybody where the devil hang
I got them niggas with me they be talking gang bang



I fill my mind with weed, uh,
I can't believe my congregation is testing me
Retailation would be less than me,
While praising me in my face
Shit these the same muthafuckers trying to take my place
I hate to waste yo blood and leave ya church clothes filthy
But believe I will do it without feeling guilty
Let's understand though the Pastor, I'm still that nigga
Praising the Lord for blessing me with nica triggas, and laser beams
And my team, my original team, killers and bandates
Try your best to understand it
Nigga respect, I demand it
I feel its mandatory,
I'm popping on these niggas as I give the Lord the glory
Like David, My slang shot human made
Fuck whirling rocks, nigga my niggas got handgrenades
Who payed?, I have layed my life on the line
Cops pulling grind, got the Pastor dodging one time
Signs of holy wars
Touting magnum forty-fours, and forty-fives, mac 11's
There's a hundred ways to die
Up in the mist, surrounded by these evil men
Got to stay hi',
Grab the pistol and I let 'em fly, just like hulk
So what, I thought you would've never done
Nigga you did it and death will be the outcome
I sholl hate it but I put up with it long enuff
Ashes to ashes, and dust to fucking dust
Go head and buss



I sold my soul to the devil for a small price
I walk through muthafucking hell screaming thug life
And I was asking everybody where the devil hang
I got them niggas with me they be talking gang bang