Land of the Fulton Hornets, home of The Fulton Sun/
573 clique 6-5-2-5-1/
Land of the Fulton Hornets, home of The Fulton Sun/
573 clique 6-5-2-5-1/
I was Eastside Fulton now that house is torn down/
Moms and Pops copped a spot on the southside of town/
Little bit up the street from where grasshopper drowned/
If you make it out the kingdom you deserve to be crowned/
Be the bomb not Hurt Locker packing boomshakalaka/
Props from my playa partner gotta artist peeling propa/
Pop a bottle of that panther pop a pistol at cancer/
Aristotle had some answers Stormin' Norman rain dancer/
(Dancer)Danger in the manger don't take kindly to strangers/
Farout...thank you kindly for these bangers/
I give 'em Filthy Flair, cuddin' Minette braids my hair/
If you ain't fucking with us, then get the fuck from 'round here/
Land of the Fulton Hornets, home of The Fulton Sun/
573 clique 6-5-2-5-1/
Land of the Fulton Hornets, home of The Fulton Sun/
573 clique 6-5-2-5-1/
Land of the Fulton Hornets, home of The Fulton Sun/
573 clique 6-5-2-5-1/
Land of the Fulton Hornets, home of The Fulton Sun/
573 clique 6-5-2-5-1/
"Sergio where you been?"
Lost getting space face.
"Sergio where you go?"
All over this damn place.
"Still in the misty?"
Ya my palms are getting itchy.
"Still claiming Filthy?"
To the highest like Richie.
Measure something twice and you only cut it once/
O.C. Construction turned Bud Man on to blunts/
Good ole boys intoxicate in PD parking lot/
But the 12 go on patrol in Carver Park a lot/
"Sergio where you been?"
Spreading the town around.
"Sergio where you go?"
I went 20 toes down.
"Still in the misty?"
Yeah my palms stay itchin'.
"Still claiming Filthy?"
Like my moms in the kitchen.
Galbreaths and Gillettes, I was raised around g's/
Henderson's straight chilling, shout-out to the Lee's/
Burger with cheese, there's hella P's and V's/
McIntire abc's, Church of God blessed my sneeze/
