Throw Your Flags Up

I'm in my big body Benz,

Riding with 4 of my friends

Shoot a bird at them coppers,

While blowing smoke in the wind

Up out the window my flag

I got my foot on the gas

Then my yak on the dash

Then we run up at yo ass

Riding the streets of Atlanta

Better take out the camera

D.S.G.B. on my banner, raised high

Until I die, bet I'ma through it up

It's Pastor Troy, 2000, don't give a

Throw up yo flags

Throw yo flags up! (7x)

Come on you scared, you scared

I got them fifteen's pushing, trying to rip up the speaker

Know that Pastor and Peter, on the hunt for the reaper

Small ice, CMB got the world in a dro'

We flexing hard in Atlanta, or we get the scope

It's GA, Georgia Tech or Bulldog

2nd CD, and I'm bout to Boss Hog

Atlanta to Augusta a hustla straight out the rip

Them Georgia boys my army forever we stand equipped

Ready for whatever you better go ask around

We ain't bout to play round with ya, we cutting ya down

A million little boys trying to sound like me

Now everybody copying the one that dissed P

A sack of fries cheap, but I ain't chicken

Soon as you think I'm slippin, you hear that pistol clickin'

And I'ma try my best to eat yo ass for dinner

Better throw up yo flag and tell me that you surrender

Throw it up

Throw yo flags up! (3x) yeah, yeah

Throw yo flags up! (3x) come on you scared, you scared

Throw yo flags up! (3x) yeah, yeah

Throw yo flags up! (3x) come on you scared, you scared