text: Somethings gotta give!
  Yeah, you know what Im sayin? Uhh
  Herndon Homes, unh, Martel Homes, Carver Homes, Techwood
  Martin Luther King, Bankhead
  Undercover, over the hills and through the woods I go
  Like green lights, a Southern nigga thats comin for your throat
  But not no guillotine see, we be them Southern playas
  Remember the football socks, aerobic Reeboks and Decaturs, now
  You up to par and ready for your lesson
  I got an ounce of dank and a couple of drinks so lets crank up a session
  Like Tri-Cities High School, was pulling em in a broke down Rabbit
  I spit a couple of words and laying em down was just a habit
  Just like Smokey, choking off da pee-wee that we rolled up
  Talking about the clique will get you nathaniel but swolled up
  Hootie Hoo slapped you boys across the cheek with Isotoners
  And went to tell yo momma and yo pop that you was a goner
  Tell em Big Boi did it; I swear that nigga be rhyming
  Every lyric that he spit be turning charcoals into Diamonds and Pearls
  Girl, when you giving up them drawers, cause
  I got a couple of niggas down the hall
  That wanna hit it too, Im not the type to be acting selfish
  Set it out and let it out and Ill be right back just like Elvis
  Cause the postman rings twice...
  Hey Mr. Postman...
  Power, power, I come, gimme some
  The deadly voice over drums, we from, ATL
  Put tha SWATS SWATS on yo car
  Lets travel far, tha Southern star shines
  Power, power, I come, gimme some
  The deadly voice over drums, we from, ATL
  Put tha SWATS SWATS on yo car
  Lets travel far, tha Southern star shines
  Everybody wanna get signed, but 
  Record companies act like pimps
  Getting paid off what we made when we the ones thats fly like blimps
  But aint no Goodyear, I tell it like it is so Im like look here
  Just willing to get what I deserve, my kids do have a mother
  And a little house, with a dog in the backyard going woof-woof
  Who knows what I must face when I leave this recording booth?
  Poof, back in the real world where birds fly
  From Miami by way of Cuba to whoever wants to get that high
  Theres clouds of clowns, seas of Gs
  Pro-jects, packed with playas meditating on their knees
  Just to make them ends meet, like ground beef, you wont believe
  The shit that niggas attempt cause they got other mouths to feed
  Besides they own
  Power, power, I come, gimme some
  The deadly voice over drums, we from, ATL
  Put tha SWATS SWATS on yo car
  Lets travel far, tha Southern star shines
  Power, power, I come, gimme some
  The deadly voice over drums, we from, ATL
  Put tha SWATS SWATS on yo car
  Lets travel far, tha Southern star shines
  Its some hoes in this house, damn right
  Im thinking about the way you skull me, girls be
  Sucking me dry like deserts Mojave, Gotti, hotties and honeydips
  Liking the way you do me, screw me and make my money flip
  Shaking that ass for daddy, putting this gas off in my Cadi-llac
  Back, dont ever snap, packing the gats and pimping whores
  Hors doeuvres, swerve, hit the curb because Im reckless
  Back in the days when I was broke Id snatch your fucking necklace
  You ol pussy-ass nigga... yeah