It`s On Da Map lyrics

Artist  : Drama 
Song : It`s On Da Map



 Send "It`s On Da Map" Ringtone to your Cell 

 
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

 

 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

 

 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