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Lord it's so hard, living this life
ah constant struggle each and every day Some wonder why I'd rather die than to continue living this way Many are blind and cannot find the truth cuz no-one seems to really know But I won't accept that this is how it's gon to be Devil ya got ta let me and my people go Cuz I wanna be free Completely free Lord won't you please come and save me Cuz I wanna be free |
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| 2. |
| 5:09 |
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Let me get a chop at this lumber niggas
From da down underground are hangin' around the A-Town Lookin' for a come up, workin' from 9 to 5 Just to get some change so T-Mo can stay alive Not greedy or living' lavish yet but you can bet that when I do Nobody from my crew will I forget And if I start to get large and come up on some change I won't change, everybody know they down It's not the same, everyday life can be different These laws got me ready to ball Cause I fall a victim so I still be slanging them fat pillows To make 'em meet, each and every day as I comb my city streets Sometimes I wish I never had been apart of this mess Cause the system got us fucked up It put us to the test, women and men if you black you in Food for the soul listen to what I tell you it don't matter Young or old it's time we loc' up and do like we suppose We killin' each other over this bullshit and some clothes We're trapped off in this world and society with no place else to go So how U feel??? Frustrated, irritated, sometimes I don't know myself I be too numb To feel something sometimes so I dig deep, get in the Cherokee Let my mind fly free into the wilderness so I can get this shit off my mind That's why I be smokin' that dank sometimes, it keeps me from snappin' Keeps me calm, keeps my mind open, keeps me fond of what I gots to do Off in the studio to get my old burd back on her feet, and my little bro' In Statesboro and my little cuz Mark Twain, all my Folks that hang with me when I was out in the trap or when I was goin' Thru one of our episodes, only god knows, whut I go thru so I get down On my knees, sometimes I come home too high to pray, but I get on my bed Lay on my back and meditate, anyway, in the ceilings, the four walls, it's Like cell therapy I got nothing to do but write about my L-I-F-E, put it Down on paper...So whut chu feel? I live for today, motherfuck another hour, it might be sour Never know my day, so I'm prayin' in the shower Look up and thank the Lord for forgiveness, a witness to bad I'm lookin' for good in the Southwest, God bless my neighborhood It's people killin' in da street to eat Surviving the day is the only goat that I set Just to make it home, I'm not alone Someone's out to get me when I haven't done shit wrong My head felt swoll, mista couldn't see past my mouth What route did you take man Caught me by that loops of my pants Got me on the curb lettin' tha traffic pass me by No questions I said nothing Lookin' for tha mutant to be buckin' Tha law naw, man Gipp show him my shit Close my mouth then I dip See to me G is a person who understand tha plan Can't make no moves when you in tha hands of tha man They got some new suites down Peachtree Left wing for tha Feds, right wing for tha hardheads Makin' more deals than Buddy Folks made with Hartsfield Somebody don't want my face in tha place, for 96 shit's slick Got me clean, lookin' fresh, dogs be scratchin' at my chest Under the order of who? Guess who ain't non-iller than miller Wanna 1, 2 your ass no more life what you gave was tha past Cuz ain't no future wanna millicamp your case Disgrace your face, make it seem to be safe But ain't no place to run... Sometimes I don't even know how I'm gon' eat 'Bout twenty dollars away from being on the street Shit, you might see a nigga on tv But hell it's almost like I'm rappin' for free That little money be gone...got dammit, I'm grown Gotta help keep the heat and tights on It would be nice to have mo' but I kinda like being po' At least I know what my friends here fo' I wanna lie to you sometimes, but I can't I wanna tell you that it's all good, but it ain't It's nigga's hurtin' and uncertain 'bout if they gon' make it or not That's why we got nigga's killing Feelin like they coming up off a little dope they sold You can get some gold but we won't make it as a whole Cause without you there'd be no me And without no unity there will never be any happiness You could smoke a pound of sess and it still won't relieve yo' stress God bless my...thought process The thought process... Now as an Outkast I was born, wasn't warned of the harm That would come to meet me like Met Life, but yet life Done sent me through a lot of up's and down like it ain't nothing' Like elevators but I ain't the one that's pushin' the buttons I got off at the 13th floor, when they told me that it wasn't one They said it skipped from 12 to 14 Still smoking, still drinking, no I'm sittin' on the Lincoln 4 A.M. thinkin' that in reality the world is like a ball full of playas We trapped off in this maze with walls made of layers And only prayers is the tightest game that you can have The devil's takin' a swing that might explain the broken glass But my crystal ball see the pistol fall to the wayside Nobody would die in cops and robbers when we used to play right Huh, the only thang we feared was Williams, Wayne Never though about hittin' licks or slangin' caine Didn't think I'd be the one to give in to abortion Label me murder because my ass is scorchin' Hot from the glock that sits under my seat Yeah, it's real fucked up that my floks come to get me And it's like dat, yeah...and it's like dem! |
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| 3. |
| 0:24 |
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*knock knock knock* WHO IZIT?
Hey man, it's straight shoota man Man how many times bro? Hit me three times man, let me see them talkin Aight Aight brutha *BOOM* This is the Red Dog police department! Just get on the ground! Get down and get your god damn! Get your hands across your head! Get your god damn hands... |
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| 4. |
| 3:34 |
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One to da two da three da four
Dem dirty Red Dogs done hit the door And they got everybody on they hands and knees And they ain't gonna leave until they find them keys Now if dirty Bill Clinton fronted me some weight Told me to keep two, bring him back eight And I only brought him five and stuck his ass for three Do you think that Clampett will sick his goons on me? See Martail Homes, that's my claim to fame That's where I learned my slickest trick in the dope-d-game Like my favorite, I call it lemon head delight That's when you lick off all the yellow and you sell the white Right, well if pimpin' be a sport I be bein' the wide receiver That nigga B-I-G will make ya'll niggas believers Sippin' on Cuervo Gold off in the club drunk as fuck Callin' them hoes bitches, and smokin' my weed up When I'm too sober, year older, now I'm almost legal Wanted to live the life of Cadillacs, Impalas and Regals Fuckin' around wit hoes, bustin' nuts in they mouths Kickin' that same southern slang Lookin' for love off in yo' jaw hoe! See powder gets you hyper, reefa makes you calm Cigarettes give you cancer, woo woo's make you numb What you niggas know about the Dirty South What you niggas know about the Dirty South See never did I thank when I got grown That some pee wee sacks had been done took dis town See life's a bitch then you figure out Why you really got dropped in the Dirty South See in the 3rd grade this is what you told You was bought, you was sold Now they sayin' Juice left some heads cracked I betcha Jedd Clampett want his money back See East Point Atlanta threw this road block Talkin 'bout all this blow traffic got to stop So the big time players off John Freeman Way Had to find themselves another back street to take Cause back in the day we was outta control We didn't understand, "Naw nigga, that money aint' yours" That's when me and Big State took an oath and sweared Never would we talk, never would we tell So when they pulled up bumpin' "Rock The Bells" We took what we want and left them quiet as hell What you niggas know about the Dirty South What you niggas know about the Dirty South Now that Cobras got tha boys on Delowe on they back Gipp holler at Miss Ann she said they didn't get the trap Behind tha black, behind green, behind tha red tint Dealers breakin off that blow up for those woodchips A lot of faces ain't around, a lot of folks got shot Scatta Mack droppin' G's while that Cristal pop Been on tha grind with Cool Breeze, droppin' pounds with B. Eric Neat is tha coolest from my century Mack town keeps growing, old school like Charles Stankin' like dem Lincolns in Piedmont Park Perry Homes to Herndon Homes, to all tha Homes Adamsville to Pool Creek, shit just don't sleep in tha Dirty South One to da two da three da four Dem dirty Red Dogs done hit the door And they got everybody on they hands and knees And they ain't gonna leave until they find them keys See powder gets you hyper, reefa makes you calm Cigarettes give you cancer, woo woo's make you numb What you niggas know about the Dirty South What you niggas know about the Dirty South |
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| 5. |
| 4:37 |
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When the scene unfolds young girls
Thirteen years old expose themselves To any Tom, Dick and Hank Got mo' stretch marks than these hoes hollin they got rank See Sega aint in this new world order Dem experimenting in Atlanta, Georgia United Nations, overseas they trained assassins to do search and seize aint knocking or askin' Dem coming for niggas like me Po' white trash, like they Tricks like her back in slavery Concentration camps laced with gas pipes lines Inferno's outdoors like they had back When Adolf Hitler was living in 1945 Listen to me now, believe me later on In the future, look it up where they said it Aint no more constitution in the event of a race war Places like operation heartbreak hotel moments tear until air tight vents seat off despair Dem say expect no mercy, fool You should be my least worries, gotta deal with W-2's, 1099's unmarked black helicopters swoop down And try to put missiles in mines Who's that peeking in my window POW nobody now Who's that peeking in my window POW nobody now Me and my family moved in our apartment complex A gate with the serial code was put up next They claim that this community is so drug free But it don't look that way to me cause I can see the young bloods hanging out at the sto 24/7 junkies looking for a hit of the blo it's powerful Oh you know what else they tryin to do make a curfew especially for me and you the traces of the new world order time is getting shorter if we don't get prepared, people, this' gone be a slaughter My mind won't allow me to not be curious My folk don't understand so they don't take it serious But every now and then, I wonder if the gate was put up to keep crime out or to keep our ass in Who's that peeking in my window POW nobody now Who's that peeking in my window POW nobody now Listen up, little nigga, I'm talking to you About what yo little ass need to be going through I fall a victim too and I know I shouldn't smoke so much but I do with the crew Everyday on the average 'bout 4 or 5 I'm lucky to be alive at sunrise now I realize the cost after I lost My best friend Bean I recognize as a King Who am I to tell you to stop smokin Now you're open to disease and colds and aint 16 years old, This shit has got to stop let's take a walk through detox I want outta this hold I'm in a cell Under attack loc up folks they in the hood, Got an eye on every move I make Open your face to info you aint know cause it's kept low How the new world plan reeks the planet without the black man So what's your angle, try to separate me from the Blood is disrespect like coming in my home and not Wiping your feet on tha rug the Citron Absolut Has got me bucking no hang with no phony Lookout for the man with tha mask and the white pony On my back are bills staying off my toes always on my heels Insane, plain, soldiers coming in the dark by plane To enforce the new system by reign Tag my skin with your computer chip run your hand over tha scanner to buy you dish now - No more fishing for your fish Kiss tha days of tha old days past ways gone Mind blown, conception, protection My name on your selections but I caught you coming POW! Who's that peeking in my window POW nobody now Who's that peeking in my window POW nobody now Who's that peeking in my window POW nobody now Who's that peeking in my window POW nobody now Think about it, use that tool between Your two shoulders. The brain cells... |
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| 6. |
| 4:36 |
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Sometimes words are enough to kill over
Thanksgiving didn't give So what should I hope for I keep on looking fo job But job seems not to like me What else my doors kick off the hedges Somebody just fill they Christmas list Off me and tha family And damn I just miss them Felt like I've been raped A figures been through my drawers Always read tha times in between tha black Spent my summers in that country So I consider myself a Jack Some left this world by putting bullets in they head But little Johnnie across the street hung hisself from his bunk-bed Had to go to court in tha mornin' Nothing hard about it My little partner was just scared How scared Gipp that scared When I was B-gee Used to think I couldn't be hit None of my homies carried guns All I had was a stick Coming out hard was the way from day one One of the smallest muthafuckers in the crew But you knew and feel the type of niggas that kill Be the ones that's out to prove something To them other niggers cause They already know the outcome What's going down at the party So many fine hoes nobody knows why We buck, I guess we up in a rut Looking for but at the same time Up in the Flame supporting girls up in the game Out to get a piece of what the system Has designed black folks to struggle for So I bust, so much to deal with Can't feel what's real from fake For my sake I stay close to home So them crackers don't take and Never give back to my hood In desperate need of change Be this way to We arrage it to be fit me Growing up on Sesame Street Can you feel, what I feel? Can you hear, what I hear? Can you see what I see? When ma feet hit the streets What chu know? What chu know? About Sesame Street? Georgia Power wants to put me in the dark But one spark I see Sammy streak to ma spot In this red Fred Sanford truck undercover But he geela folks fo da class "A" substances narcotics Ole shought stopping ask? Can be "shock-ca-locka"? Um to mad to be scared So for the price if you go it Like that to be the boss you gladly pay it An arm and a leg I'd be lying if I say I ain't Need no help, can't do it by myself It's raining sesame Cause it's only so much time left in this crazy world Mates in prison guards life with a hamma So excuse ma grammar Behind the walls of Atlanta, Federal Penn The tait on "Fred Stock" the cell blox wit no C.O.'s Equipped with radios The system is fraud and the security camera Now have we an eyeball on it yet The second stage denied I wonder if I get another trial Remember me from way back in the days Lived right around the corner from Benjamin Mays I'm amazed that we made it this far A po black family is all that we are Wishing upon a star For a trace of happiness My mama do her best but she ain't making no progresss Maybe it's a test that we all gotta pass My situations making me grow too fast 13 and a half years old standing at the bus stop Alone in the cold on my way to be degraded For a fee to help get my family off this streeet called Sesame Can you feel, what I feel? Can you hear, what I hear? Can you see what I see? When ma feet hit the streets What chu know? What chu know? About Sesame Street? |
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| 4:50 |
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You 'bout to make me slam yo' back clean out
But i luv her till death do us part Though she divorced my pop the hard way Back in nineteen "yassey" for the past sixteen years I took on the responsibility of daddy... Ma ol' burd... puttin a real buzz in my ear, makin sho' it marinate And not go out the other ear Guess who? stood beside me when y'all wouldn't force fed when I Couldn't lift a spoon to my skull God is good, God is kind mimmicin' her taught me how to say mine ... Grace improvised wit bakin' soda when it wasn't no toothpaste Now what that went with?? my ol' burd cried tears of joy When she heard I wasn't gon' serve time for possession Of the "sawed off" runnin' out of spurs When I came home blowed and couldn't find the key hole, guess who Unlocked the doors, my Ol' burd puttin' my hairs out I better eat before you bug me to death Shut-up you old ungrateful ass nigga, she trying to help yo' ass... I wasn't ready to eat yet but I enjoyed the dinner she said, "I'm glad" Slid down my esophagus wit ease, even though she have this skin disease, That won't allow me to gain weight do my own eyes deceive me Guess who tuck me in before I started drivin this Benz Again & again, told me not to and when I did... Guess who beat the dog shit outta me kid My Moma didn't play, shiiit, I had to pick the switches... You guess who!!! My Moma, destination unknown, went out on her own She was barely even grown and became my Moma I never knew my dad, so even when the times got bad I was glad cause I had my Moma For so long she had to be strong I know at certain times she was wrong But she still my Moma, it still amazes me The Lord had to help her raise me judging from the way I used to be My Moma, the biggest player that I know I love her so Hell everything I got I owe to my Moma Thank you for caring, thank you for sharing yo' luv I guess that was yo' way of preparing Yo' son to be the one and not the two To make you and my daddy's dream come true But what a surprise a car wreck left you paralyzed The sheet was pulled over yo' eyes when the doctor advised The family that you might not ever talk again But you talkin' so I know that you gon' walk again But take yo time, guess who's the inspiration for the rhyme... My Moma Who was tha first to hold you in some arms Tha first to change your diaper when your stomach wasn't calm Your Moma, wit that drama brought you into this world From a world of down under I wonder now she know when I was lying, when I was telling the truth With the proof she would explain how I've been skipping school With that boys putting wholes on my back with the same belt Around my waist that held my panst up Takin' back only got you closer to Southern Bell Got your forehead swell I swear she knew when it was real or when it was fake like Clampetts With dreads and if I couldn't handle a situation then I fled Behind closed doors I froze, in Garnett holes I rose Who that hell got my bond Standing in front of that two-inch glass A woman ready to hand the cash over for her son... My Mama!! Sometimes we get it on, I know at times I'm wrong Lookin' into my eyes just to let me know she tried is enough for me I'm callin' a truce it seems we more like brother and sister Even though she pay the bills wit the mister Brought me home in '72 and gave me all she had Cause I was left at birth she knew it could work Since she gave me the first chance my song and dance Pearl, my world, what would I do without her spark Probably be on the street wit nothin' to eat but I got a happy home Ever since my first day it's heaven sent now I know What it's meant when I say I appreciate what you've done and what you do your only son... Guess who??? The only one that cares for real and really understands how I feel Help me over come my fears and never left me through the years So I dedicate this song for you, for all that you brought me through I know there will never be another that will love me like my Mother |
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| 0:10 |
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God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I can not change
Courage to change the things I can And wisdom to know the difference |
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| 9. |
| 5:46 |
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Put me in a serious situation hope I get another chance
To live life as I know 4:30 was the time, I'm feelin' a pain in my chest I guess I smoke too much sess Makin' a nigga mo' slow off the doe in Olympian bubblin' under who Where's the crew thick mist in the trail I'm feelin' pressure off the tess Spine advertising swine on Channel 2 when in the same breath You tellin' me don't eat from that plate increasin' my blood Outbreaks on my skin don't blend with the way I want this thang to flow If I can help the cause don't have to treat it with no tricks You settin' me cancer on a stick, visualize destruction soon to come Throwin' within this city we call Atlantis Prayin' like a mantis everyday ain't good in the woods of Southwest I stress in my rhymes...fighting for yo' spirit and you mind! So what it be like my brother be catching gangrene The water be brown in the morning in my sink Who that in my eyes some Clampett eaten away by fungi Another virus disease, at ease, quick to lead a strike against Haiti When half your army in the bed with pains in their back And behind their head Witch doctors giving more Medicaid but ain't no aid But these ain't tha same from 'Nam, didn't give a damn Who only wanted Saddam now your hands numb Can't run old age before thirty This what you wanted when you signed your (hand) 'cock on tha line Fightin' for your spirit and your mind, service to my kind... Seems like we're fighting for our spirit and mind They got us fighting for our spirit and mind Still fighting for our spirit and mind We can't stop fighting for our spirit and mind Multiple stab wounds sticin' thru in the ol' school Cutlass Supreme Thirty-five cents to my name and that's fo' a blunt man The way thangs goin' today I might as well be dead, so dread The voices on the radio got me seamed Can't put a smile on my face cuz my pockets ain't straight At least not the way I want 'em to be Early as phuckk, eight fifty-one Last night I barely got some Z's ... sleep...uh I can't ol' Burd in the next room havin' nightmares It sound like wind blowin' when she weep, speak I can't I'm tired on the way to the slave camp... I utter very little words, I'm thinkin' about a ciggy I snatched From the jaws of death, a sack of crumbled herb ... Rollin' down Main Street East Point, I swerve, Campbelton Rd, Southside Eight fify-five, jacket at bus top standin', sweatin' but, I ain't smilin Outside it's twenty below fool I'm ridin' to the liquor store Closed that's right I go hotta at this beeso I know Who work at the Texaco Gas station, pacin' back down memory lane Feelin' strange can't Explain, so bare wit me pleae Thru this green light I sees That tramp that gave me herpes wreck, wham, crash, stumblin' jumps out The ride empty the glock fo', five, D.E.A.D. Woke up handcuffed inside Grady Tagged with an I-U-D (intoxicated una dank) I took two swiggs outts my deuce-deuce, old E Now Stephen K-I-N-G had the story all wrong Blood last five points, I'm gone (Cee-Lo) As individuals and as a people we are at war But the majority of my side got they eyes open wide But still don't recognize what we fighting fo I guess that's what I'm writing for to try to shed some light But we been in the darkness for so long, don't know right from wrong Y'all scared to come near it, you ignore the voice In your head when you hear it The enemy is after yo' spirit but you think it's all in yo' mind You'll find a lot of the reason we behind Is because the system is designed to keep our third eyes blind But not blind in the sense that our other two eyes can't see You just end investing quality time in places you don't even neeed to be We don't even know who we are, but the answer ain't far Matter of fact its right up under our nose But the system taught us to keep that book closed See the reason why he gotta lie and deceive is so That we won't act accordingly To get the blessings we suppose to receive Yeah it's true, Uncle Sam wants you to be a devil too See, he's jealous because his skin is a curse but what's worse is if I put it in a verse y'all listen to some bullshit first We ain't natural born killas, we are a spiritual people God's chosen few Think about the slave trade when they had boats with Thousands of us on board And we still was praising the Lord now you ready to die Over a coat, a necklace round your throat, that's bullshit Black people ya'll better realize, we losin, you better fight and die If you got to get yo' spirit and mind back and we got to do it together Goodie Mob means, "The Good Die Mostly Over Bullshit" You take away one "O" and it will let you know "God is Every Man of Blackness" The Lord has spoken thru me and the G-Mo-B! |
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| 0:54 |
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Lock the doors.....!!!!
Intro/Chorus: Cee-Lo It's a shame, when niggas gon' realise we're the same Helpin the enemy win the game If you a player, use precision, don't make a decision in haste Blood is a terrible thing to waste (Big Gipp) In my flip-flops and socks, I walk blocks confused cos my nose ain't right, my sight blind Smoke, need somethin from my toke More than half my folk vying for the juice of cooked goose In the city of disgust, nuttin new blew in but almost left your bed, yet I said.... My mind back home, I roam the path in the trees I give my ankles in the mud for my blood, what happened was something for the ill-minded, even though you're true your feet can't fit in my shoes, I got red in my eyes My old man still don't understand why The things I do, the way I think A hot spell and death feel, got the chokers for the low-low's Specialisin in the greenery Code name: Cardwell, so what's real? I still float the sidewalks of Abbotsville Consume smoke with my folks on the low-lean Blew Dixie Hill to get a little more pote' And if ya can't find none of the Goodie in the veins of the ATL, try the wood or the trail (Cee-Lo) I try to make sense outta nonsense each and every day I got to cos things is kinda crazy round the way Each word that I say may cut you like a knife and totally influence and change somebody life Who me? I'm 19, and best to have seen what I already seen Life taught me a lot That you ain't gotta carry no gun to get shot Ain't gotta be no jacker for offense from the high A liquor store on every corner that you walk by I watch my niggas die for no reasons In my neighbourhood ain't nothin changed but the seasons Them crackers don't give a fuck, then again why should they They evil from their head to they toes so how could they You could say, the biggest problem in the black community is lack of unity I love you but I ain't gon' let you pray for me So if you must shed blood so be it The end is comin I can see it Yeah, the end is comin I can see it..... It's in the blood (T-Bu) Me look at myself and say "Damn!" I use to rock Cascade at night and East bound But now I sit back and take a pull Take out my pin, I'm ready to get a beer, wet, I ???? ???? I'm ready to pay my dues, fool Why choose to trump me, I never did shit but you label me the OutKast So even if I was to blast on your punk ass it wouldn't change my opinion of a customer That I was to serve like a bird over on the South West side and this side better be rollin thick It's that G-double O-D-I-E M-O-B to infinity ballin Huh, and callin da wild, cos I don't smile I keep a grim look and bust a *?poor 6-0 cars?* Out in their yard without a strap ain't cool You just a son of your daddy and momma without a tool, fool No time for weep, incomplete, my story ain't told to glorify no glory I lost my sister age nine doin a crime for a hustle So she died lookin for that muscle You wonder why I acts how I do, quiet-type So I might strike any minute, fool.... Step into Zone 3, see South West Atlanta up in this motherfucker deep Don't sleep, you all, in my cabin braggin but I can't hear or see see clear cos we all on the outside, we're pimpin or homicide Already so many resting in peace but I can't sleep til I can believe I'm ready to die for my cause I'm Good cos I'm true to my blood (Khujo) I'll blast for my family, don't be mad at me Was it because I didn't finish C-O-double L-E-G-E? There's only a punk ass army down while you're harassin me Stop takin me thru episode after episode The reason why I ???? ???? is to keep on punching holes in the wall, I had dreams I played ball wit the pros, I pop punts and field goals Droppin them fat guv's in the weight room Had, so nigga on swole but that was in the days of the old strole Now I'm wisin up to the fuck shit, got a new click to run with Bays a left at Campbelltown Plaza, *?Foo-ti and C's?* and ol' South Oh yeah, I borrow rollerscott tissue when it's sun, and paper completes my grocery list, proceded to my ol' bird in the kitchen cookin chitlins Pre-setting the eggs, the fish, the grits, that hit the spot but this morning I had to punch the clock Whether it be sittin off in the hills of Dixie witta pocket full of rocks that icey Creole, you talkin to me? Ettering bastard, put it down on paper I put a thermal couple of two on 'burnt out on capers' Everytime the rubber buck, it was like plus-fools hit from a potented salt Scab A-rab, many hoes suckin on your nuts That's why I'm stealin your death right now because later on you might leave me hangin Is it the noose rhyme on people's necks when already tangin tight, from the dank is dye, and now, banger who am I to tell you to stop, but don't be bringin that nonsense in these hills, brass bop Benz in my grill All the way, Confederate man you thought it was fuck ???? You ladies are real ready, it's janky on edge, it's in the kill The beast in you divided who? Me from him? You gotta chance but it's slim, it's slim Just walked out the door but yet and still You want some ole 9-7-6 gab, slab by slab Broke my community down to its knees Deep burgundy, haemmorage and internally.... B-L-O-O-D..... Hmm, yeah, uhh Outro/Chorus: Cee-Lo It's a shame, when niggas gon' realise we're the same You helpin the enemy win the game If you a player, use precision, don't make a decision in haste You're blood is a terrible thing to waste It's a shame, when niggas gon' realise we're the same You helpin the enemy win the game If you a player, use precision, don't make a decision in haste You're blood is a terrible thing to waste We all blood..... |
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| 4:59 |
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One Million Niggaz Inside...
You can't break me even though you try One Million Niggaz Inside... Even though you hit me with everything you got One Million Niggaz Inside... I still found truth even though you lied One Million Niggaz Inside... When the rest are runnin' on instinct Let me tell you somethin real Plenty niggas sittin in jail just to eat a decent meal But see the rest they running on instinct And the way they treat me today like they shit don't stank Make me mad a fuck and fo' dat A million niggas want to tear Alanta up This that shit like to see A gang of niggas working together To put the devil straight to sleep We sendin' his ass to the grave ain't no such thang As a nineteen-ninety-five slave You brought that shit on yo'self But fo' me from the beginning a fucked-up hand was already dealt I used to trust in my preacher But now a days my mac-11 is my one and only teacher Seems like youwould listen to reasons I guess Atlanta nuts are too deep in season I went to jail fo' the cause and to black police Wouldn't give 'em the sweat off my fuckin' balls Suckin' on the devil's dick already kissin his ass fo a ten dolla' raise Bitch beat me down fo' some petty cash, smilin' in my face As the beast looked and laughed...O.M.N.I. One Million Niggaz Inside... You can't break me even though you try One Million Niggaz Inside... Even though you hit me with everything you got One Million Niggaz Inside... I still found truth even though you lied One Million Niggaz Inside... When the rest are runnin' on instinct On my nerves instinct has takin' over Which is makin' me move slower so I don't miss shit So I don't get too high when I had to trust ya You betrayed the crew and I had to bust ya Wanna come back and take you Worried about the wrong thang this paper aint' gon' set you far They 'bout to start the revolution to let you knew where tey are And where they stand they got the upper hand Listen to the SWAT's, let me tell ya how it is man You got close and you realize what it is We fighting each other in the streets of each And you live and learn day by day It could get worse, picture me driving a hearse on the day after Hit a joint from a kid that I saw that didn't notice me on the street War was the vibe now I'm locked in this time One Million Niggas Inside... One Million Niggaz Inside... You can't break me even though you try One Million Niggaz Inside... Even though you hit me with everything you got One Million Niggaz Inside... I still found truth even though you lied One Million Niggaz Inside... When the rest are runnin' on instinct Ain't no mo' you, ain't no mo' me It's only us but no unity Got yo' eyes open still can't see You' soul is priceless but you'll die for free Is it you don't know? Is it they don't show? If it is, then realize them crackers don't owe you no explanation Yo' hesitation to learn the truth will be yo' extermination That's why we gotta put the bullshit to rest Excuse me, I'm 'bout to get some shit off my chest Niggas is still dying it aint' no excuse A.I.D.S. got it where the niggas can't reproduce Niggas don't wanna listen when you tell it like it is Can't even get his own cause you worried 'bout his Regardless where you from I'm your got-damn brother We ain't never ever gon' make it without each other Seek and you'll find but we gon' stay lost until... One Million Niggas Inside this frame of mind... One Million Niggaz Inside... You can't break me even though you try One Million Niggaz Inside... Even though you hit me with everything you got One Million Niggaz Inside... I still found truth even though you lied One Million Niggaz Inside... When the rest are runnin' on instinct Blue skies, sweatin' hot rain, watching the floors fall is the game Seeing one side of the Federal Building gone from the car Came the storm right streets to Garnett filled to the curb No where to go but Lovejoy, can't exit off here Got me trapped on your high concrete want me to speak Took away Mosley and Maddox for the weekend Kept me on your one way streets For the arrestee show no pity, siege be under the city Hidden eyes on poles that light my path Mutant is the mind frame, one million nigga's showed up at your door To get it on, with the new clan coming live...from tha OMNI... One Million Niggaz Inside... You can't break me even though you try One Million Niggaz Inside... Even though you hit me with everything you got One Million Niggaz Inside... I still found truth even though you lied One Million Niggaz Inside... When the rest are runnin' on instinct |
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| 12. |
| 4:25 |
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Put some fire on that ass end of dat weed
Cause in da SWAT's red hots don't drip or bleed Cuz', you know me, givin' me left hand dap P-funk be ridin' shot gun escort your window broke out son A cool breeze got my lips chap, mornin' slap some Soul in my bread basket gap contain "X" marks the spot twain, O.C. the cut layin' a stew of empty gas in my tank A buck thirty lookin' ugly - think, but it ain't gonna stop no show Ol' burd puttin a buzz in you ear "It's gonna snow" or maybe perhaps sleet Rap up the beat outside barely made it to your wake Lookin' like Mr. Fisher, dickie down no suit, no tie Niggaz ain't gonna be able to just get by no mo' You leavin' the hotel - 254 Today was good to me I went to the Goodwill with the ten dollar bill Got that London Fog out tha back paid tha man Me and Khujo and T-Boo, three jack lumbers on tha loose Cut your ass Lo like Cee, be under tha water Half these figures around me be hollering Newt Now what the fuck has this politician did for you Complain, complain but Mr. Clampett ain't gon' change Just ribb your ass up just to gut your pockets out I heard Bill put two G's up for some folks That they found in they house beat up And I don't discuss that color scheme that they fall on Cuz tha scheme that they fall on don't match wit my tone See, I wonder will I walk tha streets in 1995 And not have to make bond from 254 Uh, will somebody please turn the lights on 166 I can't see where tha fuck I'm going, I can't do shit but get mad I can't keep get Billie and his uncle out my fuckin' Goodie Bag... Without your shank you can't thank Without your niggas you up the creek Stank with a ass fool of ore takin' what I say for what it's worth It don't matter cuz how I feel might be triggered From thoughts I had in the past Now I struggle to reach the sky why try so hard If all I'ma get is spit on Cause life at the bottom ain't hittin on shit But some of these folks is gettin rich I know about mines, unwind, can't take at times going through The same drama that got me here in this state of mind... Red-hot in the summer time First of all, I stand a little more than five feet tall But we can still brawl nigga, I ain't scared at all I guess you niggas don't know or can't see That it ain't even wise steppin' to me incorrectly But yet still when nigga's feel they can deal I will split yo' ass up for real Cause we the maniacs with the chunky Goodie sac's So I don't carry an ax, but I still swing low with the lumber jax trax Are being made by Organo-i-z-e Why we coolin' in the shade ain't gettin paid For chillin, illin' willin' to do what I got to do To come thru your speaker Cee-Lo, he will never come weaker Uniquer than a lot of emcees out today Because I'm more than careful about what I say When I pick up a microphone it's on Them better leave me alone, I'm in my zone Prone to snap if you offer me a chance Like it when them chunky hoes can dance I'll enhance the microphone when it's in my grip, I do not slip I can't forget my nigga's Jo, T-Mo, and Gipp Ha, ha, ha, well Great Scott, is he a thief? It seems like he has a mouth fulla gold teeth I smile because your eyes can't take the glare But Cee-Lo, him don't care, I cut off all my hair And everybody stop and stare when we come in the place And I can get on the mic wit no time to waste Get right up in yo' face, kick the flavor you taste And when I'm on the microphone it's a damn disgrace How you don't comprehend what I'm saying to you And I'm the C, the double E from the Goodie Mo Crew I'm coming thru, I'm comin' true, ooh I can't even stop It's Cee-Lo B, I'm down wit that nigga pop, pop, pop and my nigga Mike L And Bert P and my nigga Pretty Ken, you know he down wit me We from Atlanta, G-A, that is where we stay I'm diggin all in the Goodie Bag each 'n ever day Ooooh shit!! |
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| 13. |
| 3:56 |
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My old boy from the point
But I'm from Southwest and every Now and then I get put to the test But I can't be stopped Cause I gotta come true ain't go no gun But I got my crew Didn't come fro no beef cause I don't eat steak I got a plate of soul food chicken, rice and gravy Not covered in too much Drinking a cup of punch, tropical Every last Thursday of the month Daddy put tha hot grits on my chest in tha morning When I was sick Mary had tha hot soup boiling Didn't know why but it felt so good Like some waffles in that morning Headed back to tha woods Now I'm full as tick Got some soul on blast in tha cassette Food for my brain I haven't stopped learning yet Hot wings from Mo-Joes Got my forehead sweating Celery and blue cheese on my menu next Southern Fry won't allow my body to lie still Tied face goons surround me like cancer drill me with second-hand obstables But, only to make matters worse Plus I'm getting pimped by this temp lady Jackie From Optima staffing figure laughing Shut up clown don't talk to me Like that looking stupid of course living day by day and you ain't hard Trick hell you say? It's such a blessing when my eyes Get to see the sun rise To get further away from where I've been But I'll never gorget everythang I went through I appreciate the shit because If I hada went and took the easy way i wouldn't be the strong nigga that I am today Everythang that I did Different thangs I was told Just ended up being tood for my soul Come and get yo' soul food, well well Good old-fashioned soul food, all right Everythang is for free As good as it can be Come and get some soul food Sunday morning where you reating at? I'm on 1365 Wichita Drive Ole' burd working the stove ride Churches dripping chicken in yesterday's grease Didn't go together with this quart of Mickey's Last night hanging over from a good time yeah beef is cheaper but It's pumped with "red dye" between two pieces of bread Shawty look good with dem hairy legs Wish I could cut her up but, ma stomach come before sex A house full of hoes now what's the ingredient Spaghetty plus her monthly flow They know they making it hard on the yard Fuck Chris Darden, fuck Marsha Clark Taking us when we're in the spotlight for a joke Changing by the day I see it's getting bigga in my square Looking at Lenox from the outside With a stare no money to go inside Tameka and Tiffany outside tripping And skipping rope to the beats from my jeep As I speak wuz up from the driver seat A heaping helping of fried chicken Macaroni and cheese and collard greens Too big for my jeans Somke steams from under the lid that's on the pot Ain't never had allot but thankful for The little that I got why not be Fast food got me feeling sick Them crackers think they sick By trying to make this bullshit affordable I thank the Lord taht my voice was recordable Come an get your soul food well well.. Hold up C it's what I write And Miss Lady acting like we in jail Says she ain't got no extra hush puppis to sell Bankhead seafood making me hit that door With a mind full of attitude It was a line at tha beautiful JJ'S Ribshack was packed too Looking to be one of dem days When Momma ain't cooking Everybody's out hunting with tha family Looking for a little soul food Come and get yo' soul food, well well Good old-fashioned soul food, all right Everythang is for free As good as it can be Come and get some soul food |
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| 14. |
| 0:54 |
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Naaah I can't do this shit y'all my stuff home
Gotta nigga name all lit up This ain't the first time this name all lit up Man y'all niggaz realize man been in this motherfuckin box man, god damn Saight my nigga, saight Go on and rest, for corn and bread Ahh yeah baby yeah King Bee! King Bee! Awright my nigga (we ain't gonna forget you my nigga) Fuck it man, Gipp he got cellular of Ron's Ahh man, jus', youknowhatI'msayin? Ain't no tellin man, knowhatI'msayin when I'm gonna be off in that motherfucker dirty, knowhatI'msayin? I don't how they knew YaknowhatI'msayin, I don't know what they gon say when I'm gon hog KnowhatI'msayin? I can feel that shit dirty |
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| 15. |
| 4:09 |
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Everyday somebody gets killed
What's the deal it's 1995 and a nigga wanna live the type of life that people dream I want things a crib a car while living the life of a king I know I take for granted at times for what I got still hustlin' and bustlin' and now and then I stand a pop or two to come up a steady battle through the days Mamma think I'm wrong because I wanna get paid the system aint given T-mo a chance 22 on the loose and black trying to get the noose a little slack around my neck they making it hard for a brother to cope it's still illegal to smoke cess cause they can't tax I'm ready to go up shit until they give my freedom back. Service to what, who Damn, you got caught sought away out The trait is getting full, calling up your pull but pull aint got it. I fell cold inside like A man sleeping on pavement Under the bridge of I-20 west And stress on the face of the man Cussing out the atmosphere with nobody close enough to hear And who dat miss they fee Cuz all they personal shit Is sitting on the front lawn of Apple Tree And for those who aint got take Before the owner shows back up with the U-haul Police you call But wasn't no marshall there to watch your stuff See I stand tall to this world Like a kid walking rapping his rhymes to himself A book on a shelf of many MC's seen them come and go Style free with Cool Breeze Til it's thick like dat fog Stacking away my extra for a engine for tha hog Dropping a point from the East >From a location out tha trees 360 degrees. Born into these crooked ways I never even ask to come so now I'm living in the days I struggle and fight to stay alive Hoping that one day I'd earn the chance to die Pallbearer to this one, pallbearer to that one Can't seem to get a grip 'cause, my palms is sweatin' ... Niggas aint getting no where fast but, closer to the hearse Why sunbeam burst off baskets nearly blinding me Almost dropped ma end of the casket Woodgrain and the only thang on my brain is where this coward hang (SWATS) South West Atlanta Fountain Lane Forgot the batch niggah got thirty years Lord forgive me and my foes I know Revenge is best served when cold by those Who feel no guilt God don't care whether you got a spade or not Aint no turning in your playing hand you was dealt Better tighten up your belt man, always go with The first instinct because, I don't make the rules Oooh, you know how it is in these streets Victims rarely get a chance to think twice As he laid in the final resting place He had such a peaceful expression in his face My visions blurry from crying But it aint hard to see that At any time it coulda been me It's about 90 degrees outside But yet it felt like i'm froze The ceremonies come to a close I toss a rose but just can't seem to walk away yet Damn I done fucked around and got upset But it aint nothing we can do It's bigger than me and you One day our time coming too So aint no use in being sad Leaving here was probably the best gift he ever had We should be glad Maybe his life was something That he had to give to show me That I need to be responsible about how I live I won't complain about my pain But I just aint gone let my niggas die in vain So Bean I'm gone make it for you The cycle that these young black men keep goin through I'm gone break it for you And start takin care of me And me consist of all my friends and my family From now on, until I'm gone. Born into these crooked ways I never even ask to come so now I'm living in the days I struggle and fight to stay alive Hoping that one day I'd earn the chance to die Pallbearer to this one, pallbearer to that one Can't seem to get a grip 'cause, my palms is sweatin' |
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| 16. |
| 0:7 |
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We sit back
And watch, for the bullshit Cause you know it's comin *know it's comin... know it's comin..* *You know it's comin... you know it's...* |
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| 17. |
| 5:47 |
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As I begin fall in, I spark da riot
No longer quiet, I got a voice that's in ya ear Stand clear, it's madness everywhere I look But can't see so much I can't explain how I feel on da real Everyday is like a ferris, looking to find some wheels Homey after homey dying over humbug Keeping my mind immune to pain I'm going insane just thinking about the past At last it's a future I can see much more that I got older So I know how the game goes telling me like I can't cope It's the dope you smoke that's why you looking at me ready to jack Cause that crack got your back broke Have to learn the hard way out the hood Thank it's real when it's flaw I saw This nigga get shot in front of my school it wasn't cool That gangsta shit affects not poppin off just da 'jects 360 degrees all due with respect It's da comin' of da killin' tool click... Come back to prove it Atlanta's got a killin' tool Killin' tool click, watch the killin' tool click Waa-taaah, tha angelical Ninja when ya blink You'll need a shrink, how da fuck did you think Dat I could be sniped nigga, see you fuckin' right I'm mo' try to kill ya, straight drill ya, I take my fuckin life serious You attack my self defense is war period I know niggas all over the SWATS Niggaz that'll get in yo' ass on the spot Concoct like a wise wizard juts cuz I wear tha red eye You may think I'm a high nigga, but looks could be deceiving God lives within me and brother I feel him I speak to God before I take my gat and juice ya Cause he tha one that's holding my future See as you learn me you journey out of time Cause your present state I gotta take ya out ya mind Y'all done let tha devil tear your perfect world up Got men sleepin wit men and girls wit girls Seems all right to you, hey but to me that's taboo, yes I do Fuck that dumb shit I comes out wit Drums hit some get tha hummin' Comin from tha witch doctor's gun in killin' tool click Atlanta's gotta killin' tool click Bill wash my mouth out with soap sent you home with yo' shit pokin out The loft shoutin' out obscenities No it's just a dream, but I'm a sore loser Figg murder, crosses burnin' in my front yard KKK throwin up rallies but not no more in these parts Trespassers gets penalized... 2:13 A.M. basic nine channel surfin' This one-eyed monster servin it's purpose Clampett's biggest hustle, nineteen-ninety-nine Three dollars plus shippin'n'handlin Majory credit card holders accepted But I'm a minority septic tank on ABC... Turner Broadcasting figures already done took over this beg System just still runnin'... to be or not to be done in At the push of a button is the question I think they got this beh rigged to blow up in my face Duddy the first Afro-can American to walk in space Now who you think had the pleasure of tryin on they new shit The nightmare continues, are we just penny gig's It's da comin' of da killin' tool click... Come back to prove it Atlanta's got a killin' tool Killin' tool click, watch the killin' tool click East Point... On the concrete is where I make my money at On this concrete is where I make my livin' at On this concrete is where your blood can flow On this concrete fool if I don't get tha dough I'm pumpin thangs out of suite 116 Got the Arab sewed up, stitched up, buckle up, buckle down, hit the sto' 7-Tre-1 as soon as I exit 166, traffic gettin' stuck, but fuck this I hit tha back streets, ended up coming down Childress Ain't no space, cut through the Fina, so I park, I hit my usual I fuck and hold, flip and fold, no life insurance, but I got my Grady card Depress me, stress me, tha same that exploit me Suppress me, break Cam, run thinkin' of a son trying to see through tha fog Just to see how far who's coming out the woods And I suggest you don't fuck wit us (ha ha ha) cracker you stuck wit us And you know how long we been waiting for you Devil, We know what you been contemplating to do We have been here before, but surprise again It is time for niggaz to uprise again But we've been down for so long that you wondering how It ain't a weapon taht you got that can stop me now Because we don't die... won't die... And won't never get no better if we don't try But don't get scared niggaz get prepared, I gotta care Cause them fuckin' devils never cared so come and find us Get behind us If you ain't hear the message clear, then rewind us Cause we comin' It's da comin' of da killin' tool click... Come back to prove it Atlanta's got a killin' tool Killin' tool click, watch the killin' tool click |
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I knew, I kinda pieced together what they was kinda trying to say man
because in a way, God is everything, yaknowhatI'msayin? He he he workin through them crackers to save us, in a sense, knowhatI'msayin? The evil that they do. I mean he made the devil, you understand whatI'msayin? So the evil that they do it it, I mean knowhatI'msayin, it's only supposed to bring something outta us in a way, ya understand, so is it bad, understand whatI'msayin? Is it bad that they are the way they are because it it it's helping us it's it's opening our eyes to some things, yaknowhatI'msayin? |
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| 5:00 |
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I'm so happy we made it
I knew one day we would All these years of strugglin' Were never understood Now my eyes are open and I can clearly see We didn't die for nothin' cuz we're finally free I'm so happy My Grand be gone after a 103 years of blood sweat and pain And never complained The last words that the nurse heard was the song she sang Died tired of this living thing Most I knew never made it to drinking age Sometimes I fight Gipp Should I spend or should I hold on for what tomorrow brings Fly ain't that roll egg, so many lips in my head Seeing some act up from one tste out the cup Can't build me up to cut me down Gipp is in your game, but Gipp won't play your game In the day after... I been this way since birth Heaven upon sent a newborn to tell it like he see it No lies thru the eyes of an angel suggest you don't table Every angle be obtuse, ain't no truce, it's war It won't stop, to compromise wouldn't stop the bloodsheddin' It's Armageddon in the streets of each inner city Ain't takin' no pity on this unjust callin' it trust I'm on the bus starin' out of a window Thankin' 'bout them happy days I had over the summer growin' up fast to face life and harsh realities That come wit the territody didn't know when I was young So many get hung to hang Take away the bad and bring back The good that die mostly over bullshit Takin' a gun and pulled it on an innocent friend of mine That could have been yours how can I stop the war and all the crime inside the minds that's Programmed to destroy From the beginning when will it end... On the day after judgement will I be ready I'm so happy we made it I knew one day we would All these years of strugglin' Were never understood Now my eyes are open and I can clearly see We didn't die for nothin' cuz we're finally free I'm so happy Meant I'd be spoiled rotten A fin here a fin there but receipts please For my feet I need... a new pair of hi rollin' But the car ain't stolen Pistol still smokin' from herndon homin' in on somebody Gotta pay for restitution with heavily on my mind Free fom mental debris hose me down There my physical trame lay returnin' to its rightful place A quest for forgiveness answer... The death toll talley but my soul was spared How is your prepared medium rare if you dare disobey Well done race you the last one to orion star Smellin' like shit in a glass jar The bomb light years away from earth secure a space for my family The mother of my first conceived and all the weak relatives I hurt only...when I laugh On display afta judge none careless atmosphere Opportunity knockin' answer it knewin you would Good thangs come to those dat wait... Took a los on church strait The nifty fifth whut better place Fo' mo enenmy to hide than behind religion Done gee seen on I pray for you but I won't follow you to yo end I know of a place not too far away That maybe you and I can both go someday But I gotta make sure cause I ain't tryin' to stay here Don't y'all realize that the end is so near But don't have fear cause you still got time I hope you wanna come when I'm done with the rhyme Let me explain so you won't claim you didn't know And you can make sure that this is where you wanna go It's all about preparing yourself for the return And a trip to your soul is the only way you'll learn But if you choose not to go that ain't my concern I guess in hell you'll just have to burn The devil tell lies and try to trick yo soul to receive it They tell you that my Lord ain't coming' back and you believe it Regardless if you listen to me In the end we'll see... I'm so happy we made it I knew one day we would All these years of strugglin' Were never understood Now my eyes are open and I can clearly see We didn't die for nothin' cuz we're finally free I'm so happy |
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