Artist: Lil Scrappy f/ Lil Jon Album: The King of Crunk & BME Recordings Present Lil Scrappy & Trillville Song: F.I.L.A. (Forever I Love Atlanta) Typed by: crackalack@winningteam.com, knights13@charter.net [Intro: Lil' Jon (Lil' Scrappy)] Yeah! Yeah! (I'm just BME) Yeah! Yeah! (I'm just BME) This ya boy Lil'Jon (I'm just BME) Yeah! BME Click A lot of y'all niggaz be talkin' 'bout Air Force Ones and shit (O-k-k-k) A lot of y'all niggaz be talkin' 'bout Adidas and shit (O-k-k-k) But me and my niggaz we rock the mothafuckin FILAs (O-k-k-k) Thats what we got on our feet (O-k-k-k) Scrappy what's up? [Chorus: Lil Scrappy (Lil Jon) 2x] Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (what!) Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (what!) Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (what!) Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (Fila nigga) [Verse 1] I'm a Grady baby, ATL And all my life the A been so crunk as hell You don't wanna step too close or go too far Cause where I'm from, shawdy, niggaz a beat you down wit they car Fila, Prada, from my head to my feet Niggaz on the block with the rock they don't sleep Man, South Dekalb Mall be the crunkest shit Or you can roll through Buckhead and go fall on a bitch I'm a giant ass playa, I'll stomp on a hater I'ma pop this shit off from Zone 3 to Decatur We can gon' back down to where my grandma stay Depending on the area you better watch what you say And I don't care if you over there lookin all crazy When I get locked up man them broads they wanna save me This the home of the ass wit the biscuits in it And the Janes on the street charge mo' than a penny, A! [Chorus 2x] [Verse 2] When it's grind time let my A shine When I’m bustin rhymes, smokin pounds My blood seepin wit Georgia Wine And niggaz don't love the A like I love the A I just love the way the A smell everyday A town to yo' town yeah this how it go Smokin dro' fuckin' hoes on the city road When I stomp that bastard I left him with a bruise Got Fila on my feet so it had to be a shoe I live for the A, I die for the A I ride for the A, so fuck what you say What you know about I-20 to 285 Got a fine atlanta bitch givin head in the ride G's up, get yo cheese up, in the classroom crunk Got bidness 'bout my shit, so I stay super drunk Ridin' downtown with a shot of tequila Jon introduced me to the game, I'm hot like reefer A! [Chorus 2x] [Verse 3] Carry the A on my back like a torture rack I'ma represent it if you scared to go handle that Drankin' on crunk, reminiscin' on crunk years It's the city of crunk where I shed my tears Throwin the peace sign up then upside down A-town off the rip hell yeah I'm proud Get crunk all day we don't sleep at night And if you fight one shawdy then we all gon' fight Don't nobody get crunk in the club like us And if security trippin on pimpin we all gon' rush Even though other niggaz think they hard Ain't nan harder than Stone Mountain, I swear to God Yeah y'all love our hoes, you love our gold Martin Luther King from the A, so I love my home Westside to Scottdale we all cut hammers You can catch kids skippin in Underground Atlanta Yeah [Chorus 2x]