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[Featuring Goodie Mob]
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Atlanta: Gateway to the South
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Verse 1: Big Gipp
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It's a stray man living in these veins man
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Suckin on a piece of sugar pain chucking chains
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Take the wind out thru
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We never wash away the pain so let the stain soak
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Who's in the wave? I dids fingertips
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carry language computer Ray had Dad removed
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Swimsuits with green bags
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I'm on the corner with my butt up sellin you product
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Women puttin theyself in positions to get cut up
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Hook:
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Up out'cha guts, fear, up for what?
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Nothin but them Goodie
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Verse 2: T-Bu
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Osmosis, with that thang up under the pillow crush
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Caught in the crossfire between Yankees and 49ers
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Rivals, but the South remain calm
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Neutral but we see blood that make homeboys hate at each other's lives
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Over colours and thangs, that they can bring
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To the next plain, but the toots in blue, badges
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Who are the biggest gangs?
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In Babylon, dyin slowly but surely
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Malicious drivers with hairpin triggers
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On the loose like juice
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And white America couldn't stand it
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LAPD plannin incriminatin evidence
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Jurors under jag order
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But we talkin outside the courtrooms
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Shootin birds at the judges
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Fuck Teks and go and plug us out on racial slurs
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Destroyin documents or complaints from black workers
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Chorus:
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The battles no longer physical, it's from within
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You live to die and you die to live again
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But you can't win for losing, what sides are you choosin?
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Decisions, Decisions to make
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Decisions, Decisions to make
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Verse 3: Khujo, Cee-Lo
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Legalise the dope and make paper
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Think it's time to pull another caper
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outta my bag of tricks
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These niggas ain't recognisin how they usin us to get rich
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Niggas dyin and shit
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I putta, broke my back for the *?scress?*
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That's what I did when I was a kid
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Always had the thought of doin a bid
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In the back of my mind, a life of crime
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was the last resort, I knew that goin to court drama wasn't likely
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I nicked scrimis like a chemist
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Cookin up a pan like the Witch Doctor
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Stroll beside cha like a thousand volts
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Over the edge pf the Hope with the CIA sellin coke
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To make them bloat, float up the river Key Louie
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Liquor sipper as I strategise a plan to infiltrate the crooked
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new, what?, ways to live a life
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Who we got to fight?
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Kid, it bite, are you dyin tonight?
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Relentless realism regardless represents
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South West goes out, possess the manifest that's heaven sent
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What's said is meant to the fullest extent
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No nonsense because my conscience wouldn't be content
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But just a little wealth, a little fame
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But your mind-frame will keep you living the same
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And it's a shame that niggas would settle with the ghetto
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Huh, hoes have some clothes that ain't makin what you suppose
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Let your eyes close to what your contract shows
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and fine print, they gotta get back every cent you spent
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You content cuz, you do what everybody does
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The industry that change you from the person you was
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Knee-deep in the struggle
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Two part-time jobs to juggle
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Gotta lady and a c that you can't hardly feed
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Any day your life could end so you depend
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on the reciting and the writing when you got the spare time to spend
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To keep you stable, hopin one day you'll be able
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To be a commodity on somebody's record label
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Got your chance, twenty thousand dollar advance
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and a car and all of a sudden you a star at the bar
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ballin, callin the waiter to bring one of they finest wines
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Then you started snortin lines, your life defines
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the misconception of stayin down
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You can't be influenced by everybody you hang round
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You shoulda been more appreciative
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of the life that you were blessed to live
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A hundred percent is what you got to give
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Cos ain't no tellin, yo' bullshit start smellin
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And you wonder why your record ain't sellin
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no more, endin up with no dough
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and no respect back in the projects
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and building 23, right next door to me, heheheh
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Chorus
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Hook
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Decisions Decisions
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DJ Muggs |