It's On Da Map Lyrics - Singles - Drama

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 

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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 

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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