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Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang

Bombs over Baghdad (yeah, ha ha, yeah)

Don't use the thang unless you plan to hit something

Bombs over Baghdad (yeah, uh-huh)

Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang

Bombs over Baghdad (ha ha ha, yeah)

Don't use the thang unless you plan to hit something

Bombs over Baghdad

Yeah, in slum national underground

Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground

Like a million elephants or silver-back orangutans

You can't stop a train

Who want some? Don't come unprepared

But I'll be there, but when I leave there

Better be a household name

Weatherman tellin' us, it ain't gon' rain

So now we sittin' in a drop-top soakin' wet

In a silk suit tryin' not to sweat

Hittin' somersaults without the net

But this'll be the year that we won't forget

One-nine-nine-nine, and the remedy

Anything goes, do what you wanna be

'Long as you know consequences

Are given for livin' defenses

Too high to jump in jail

Too low to dig, I might just touch Hell

Hot, feelin' like money on sale

Said I might cast you a spell

Look at what came in the mail

A scale and some Arm and Hammer

Gold, gold grill and a baby mama

Black Cadillac and a pack of Pampers

Stack of questions, with no answers

Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS

Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for days

Get back home, things are wrong

Well, not really, it was bad all along

Before you left ass up to a ball of power

Thoughts at a thousand miles per hour

Hello ghetto, let your brain breathe

Believe there's always mo' (oww!)

Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang

Bombs over Baghdad (yeah, ha ha, yeah)

Don't use the thang unless you plan to hit something

Bombs over Baghdad (yeah, uh-huh)

Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang

Bombs over Baghdad (ha ha ha, yeah)

Don't use the thang unless you plan to hit something

Bombs over Baghdad

Uno, dos, tres, it's on

Did you ever think I felt rockin' microphones

Like that there boy, and was still stay street?

Big things happen every time we meet

Like a trashcan, cat came dyin' to geek

OutKast bumpin' up and down the street

Slam back Cadillac, 'bout five nigga deep

75 MCs freestylin' to the beat

'Cause we get crunk, stay drunk at the club

Should've bought an ounce, but you copped the dub

Should've held back, but you throwed a punch

'Posed to meet your girl, but you packed a lunch

No D to the U to the G for you

Got a son on the way by the name of Bamboo

Got a little baby girl, four-year, Jordan

Never turn my back on my kids for them

Should've hit it, quit it, rag-top

'Fore you eat up, get a laptop

Make a business for yourself, boy, set some goals

Make a fat diamond out of dusty coal

Record number four, but we on a roll

Add up, slow up, stop, control

Like Janet, Planet, Stankonia, Tonier

Move it like floor comes straight from Florida

Lock all your windows, then block the corridors

Put a knuckle belt, 'cause a whipping's in order

Like a three-piece fist, 'fore I cut your daughter

Your ghetto Taco Bell's finna hit the border

Pitty-pat rappers tryin' to get to five

I'm a microphone fiend tryin' to stay alive

When you come to ATL, boy, you better not hide

'Cause the Dutty Family gon' ride, ha!

Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang

Bombs over Baghdad (yeah, ha ha, yeah)

Don't use the thang unless you plan to hit something

Bombs over Baghdad (yeah, uh-huh)

Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang

Bombs over Baghdad (y'all heard me, yeah)

Don't use the thang unless you plan to hit something

Bombs over Baghdad

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Big Boi (bombs over Baghdad)

André (bombs over Baghdad)

B-I-G, B-O-I (bombs over Baghdad)

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Bob your head, rag-top (one, two, one, two, three, four)

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