Atlanta, Atlanta, Atlanta
Ahh, real muthaphuckkin T's
Ahh, real muthaphuckkin T's
Ahh, real muthaphuckkin T's
Ahh, real muthaphuckkin T's
Hey yo, Doctor, here's another proper track
And it's phat, watch the sniper, ass on that tranny lookin riper
And let that real shit provoke
See, you's a wannabe down low, and you'll get smoked, and I hope
That your fans understand when you talk about sprayin' me, facially
The same trannys that you layin' is payin' me
Motherfuck Sion! Motherfuck Busta! Motherfuck Tranny Row!
Yo, and here comes my tranny to blow
'Cause I'm the B-E-T-A-E and this is the season
To let the real motherfuckin' T's in
You're like a kid, you found a post-op, and now you're dapper
But tell me, where the fuck you found an anorexic rapper?
Talkin' 'bout who you gon' backshot with and who you shoot
You're only sixty pounds when you're wet and wearin' boots
(Damn, E, they tried to fade you on Sion Day)
But Sion Day only meant Beta's payday
All of a sudden Dr.Sion has tranny's without a G thang
But on his old album cover he was a straight thang
So, nigga please, nigga please
You don't have muthaphuckkin' real T's