Cee Lo Green [Rap]

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.....

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?

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...

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

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!

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

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

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!!

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

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'

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

*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...

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...*

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

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?

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

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

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

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!

No ego trippin', just growin' old
All up when I'm feelin' cold
'Cause pain up on my soul seems to be all I feel
Watchin' my family fall apart, was all I never wanted to see
'Cause I got love for one another
I'd kill for my only brother, even though he might be wrong
At times I'm gon' do what I got to do to come through every scary moment
Just brought us closer which kept us down
Remember them days when southwest Atlanta wasn't even 'round
So out the reds to wet it
And say they actin' brains, relaxin'
And steady stackin' and pistol packin'
And trackin' is tired
I set it off!

I don't be sittin' in a trap slangin' lil' peewees
Tell Mike, "Damn I'm 'bout to mess up my re-up money"
See, I used to wear my shoes until I couldn't no more
Now I hit the store, when the lace get old
I wear Calhoun jeans 'cause I don't like Calvin
I relate to my folks
To make you think this 'bout my third album
This supposed to be the times when the moon and the sky turn purple
So watch this full circle
Black wire touch red
Red wire touch black
Me and Big Slate got this drop wit some gator backs
And I'm thinkin' 'bout how much I make
He get the rims, I get the system and we leave him the tapes
Ya know what I'm sayin'
Who gives a damn about catchin' a charge
It's been a while since I seen my boys

One time for my potnas who got out today
Back on the grind, did that time, got that hide-away
Okay (that's right)
I just got to say
Two times for the crook who just got away

It done got so quiet now, I can here a rat piss
On cotton, one apple sport the whole
Barrel rotten
What it mean when you see the sun and the moon shinin'
At the same time
This God's way, you dug your own grave
The righteous path was laid
But you chose to go astray
Ay, out the war shit
Wakin' up in a cold sweat
Through the same ol' skit
Genocide
>From the inside, look a pit
You lie, never killed nobody
Let's take it to the ol' school
No you can't
Hands shakin' like a dog shittin' fish
s
Don't stare
Can't help the crooked look
It came with the face
I used to steal from my folks
But now I'm straight
Went through the neighborhood rat's pockets books
Ooh
You missin' somethin' of value
We have you, got you
Jumpin', dumb bitch, you gets nothin'

Nobody knows the trouble I have seen
My homeboy MD write me from the ?
24-7, hell or Heaven, it ain't no tellin'
Will it be mo' sunshine for the due time felon
They gave him 10, do 3, self year, probation
Law leaders not, unto no temptation
Yall know how it be
You make a monkey move, lay yourself on the street
You'll understand me
They don't care nuttin' 'bout you
In that cold cell
Can't do nuttin' but take what them folk give me
I'm dead serious
Them folk givin' away time
Just to show us the good Lord keep lettin' the sun shine

One time for them niggas who got out today
And my folks on stokes
?? just westward on Olympian Way
Uh-huh
And I just got to say
Two times for the crook who just got away

"Uh-huh.. Believe that.."
"Uh-huh.. Believe that.."

And there's a, and there's a
And there's a, and there's a, finnne.. linnne
Too late to pray that I'm on it..

Ya, yeah, yeahhhh

[OutKast]
Y'all, uh-huh, y'all

[Andre Benjamin]
And there's a fine line between love and hate you see
Came way too late, but baby I'm on it..
And there's a fine line between love and hate you see
Came way too late, but baby I'm on it..
Can't worry bout, what a nigga think now see
That's Liberation and baby I want it..
Can't worry bout, what anotha nigga think
Now that's Liberation and baby I want it..

[Big Boi]
(Let me hear it, let me hear it, let me hear those, let me hear those)
How many times I, sit back and contemplate
I'm fresh off the dank, but I'm tellin my story..
My relationship, with my folks is give and take
And I done took so much, not givin my glory
Now have a choice to be who you wants to be
It's left uppa to me, and my momma n'em told me (yes she did)
I said I have a choice to be who you wants to be
It's left uppa to me, and my momma n'em told me

[Cee-Lo]
No, nooo, noooooooo
I'm so tired, it's been so long - struggling, hopelessly
Seven and forty days.. heyyy
Ohhhh, I sacrifice every breath I breathe
To make you believe, I'd give my life awayyyy
Oh lord, I'm so tired, I'm so tired
My feet feel like I walked most of the road on my owwwwn
All on my owwwwn, weeeeeee..
We alive or we ain't livin, that's why I'm givin until it's gone
Cause I don't wanna be alone (I don't wanna be alone)
I don't wanna be alone.. yeahhhheeeeee
If there's anything I can say, to help you find your way
Touch your soul, make it whole, the same for you and I..
There's not a minute that goes by that I don't believe
that you die.. but I can feel it in the wind
The beginning or the end
But people keep your head to the skyyyyy

[singers in background over interlude]
Shake that load off, shake that load off (16X)

[Erykah Badu]
Folk in your face, you're a superstar
Niggaz hang around cause of who you are
You get a lot of love cause of what you got
Say they happy for you but they really not
Sell a lot of records and you roll a benz
Swoll up in the spot, now you losin friends
All you wanna do is give the world your heart
Record label tried to make you compromise your art
You make a million dollars, make a million mo'
First class broad treat you like a nigga po'
You wanna say "Wait!" but you're scared to ask
as your world starts spinning and it's moving fast
Tryin' to stay sane is the price of fame
Spending your life trying to numb the pain
You shake that load off and sing your song
Liberate the minds, then you go on home..

[Big Rube]
I must admit, they planted a lot of things
in the brains and the veins of my strain
Makes it hard to refrain, from the host of cocaine
From them whores, from the flame
From a post in the game
Makes it hard to maintain focus
They're from the glock rounds, and lockdowns, and berries
The seeds that sow, get devoured by the same locusts
Cause it's a hard row to hoe
if your ass don't move, and the rain don't fall
And the ground just dry
But the roots are strong, so some survive
So you're surprised, now I'm bustin cries
You got more juice than Zeus
Slangin lightnin tryin to frighten
Plains dwellers, of the Serengeti
But get beheaded when you falsely dreaded
Melanin silicon and collagen injected
Dissectin my pride, fool I don't wanna get it started
We be the lionhearted, without a fantasy
It's like that red sprite, you can't imagine it
unless you lookin at the canvas of life
and not through the peephole of mortality
Single minded mentality
Gettin over on loopholes
Gettin paid two-fold on technicalities
Clickin your heels, scared to bust how you feel
Pack the steel
Pickin cotton from the killing fields with no toe
I don't we in Kansas no mo' though
Midwest or Dirty South
Clean dressed or dirty mouth
Whether robbin preachers or killin Poor Righteous Teachers
You a scared demon
Shouldn't be allowed to spread semen
And your cowardly lies never defyin the jackals who babble
Runnin with they pack, tail between your legs
Though the man on your head say the story
As you downplay your glory
Cacklin, helpin the shacklin of your brethern happen
Just by rappin..
LIBERTAD..

(Cee-Lo)
Mmmm.. this particular song right here is..
dedicated to the black woman
And it doesn't pertain to all black women
because some of y'all disrespect y'allself
because you don't know who you are in the first place
This is out of common respect, for all women period
Word up, like this song, yo

Yo, I'm quite single, and occaisionally I mingle
But aside from all the rest, she sparks my interest
No, ma'am, I don't know you
Just offering the common respect I feel I owe you
Also, some conversation, companionship, common-ground and common-sense
There's no such thing as coincidence in, me finding you here
And I really hate screaming in your ear, so some other time, OK?
I waited a day *phone rings* Hello?
This is Carlito from a couple of days ago, you sound tired
Forgive me if I've called you too late
But what better time to relate mind-state? Where could I begin?
Hasn't anyone ever told you you got beautiful skin?
You're more than welcome, what do you desire within?
I just, wanna be, there's no need to put titles on you and me
Those are limitations, living and learning are our only obligations
Equality, honesty, independence, intelligence, emotion and devotion
Humbly seeking to hear God when he's speaking
At one time, my mind, just, couldn't conceive
A woman had to dress a certain way to believe
But, in the same breath, a-llow me to say
That, if you believed young lady, you wouldn't dress that way
And I, was attracted to your class, I couldn't see all yo' ass
And, I was very content, and you deserved every complement
Now, remember our indifferences make us the same
You gotta have some game, or, many of you
won't even be able to take care of yourself, uh
And Love, when I look at you, I see my reflection
So I offer my love, affection and protection
Shawty, you dead fine, but the bottom-line is
You're still my sister

Chorus: Cee-Lo *singing*

Well, I say you're my, beginnin my end
You're my sista lover and friend
God is, your light from within
It shines through your beautiful skin
What they, say bout you ain't true
There's no me if there is no you
I hope, that you understand
You got to respect yourself before I can

(Gipp)


Yeah, I met you and y'all knew, saw you again on Marietta
Downtown Atlanta, checkin your long legs, got me smirkin
Fixed me dinner one night, candles lit
Kinda ahought you was slick in the beginnin
But it teurned out you wouldn't lie
Looked me in my eye, I listened
Sucked it up, pushed on, we made amends, both sides clicked
True friends, since then, years done gon by
Brought a baby girl into this world, made our parents grandfolks
Household with no hope, took care of ye, you me
When shit got put out on the curb
Closer than the skin on the back of my hand
Through the thick and thin, we can win
Beautiful black skin

Chorus

(Khujo)
No need to compete, with the music loud
or stairs cold, put on a scale, of one to ten, you a twelve
I chose, her over jail and hell
Originally from ATL

(T-Mo)
Compatible souls come together, under bad weather
to discuss distrust amongst the so-called
good in every wo-man, how I wish this was true
I deal with facts only, already done cloned me
Why I sang the blues, when there's only one God
that watches over our every step, I need his help
when I'm walkin, lookin for the right female
I can't tell sometimes
They tell me the devil's comin humble in his approach
Spontaneous with the game
He caught the naive of a girl fallin for the OK
Let the pistol smoke the one you live by
Die by, examples of how relationships can be

(Khujo)
I rolls the dice, takin a chance at crappin out
Like today boy, I lost one of my best hips
Natural thick lips, no animal fat implants
Wide load, just started workin at the airport
19 years old, worth more than her weight in gold
But it was all my fault, so don't cry, understand
If down the line I want you back and the feelin ain't mutual
just promise me you'll find a new man -- that's bout some business
Hope she find what her was lookin for, like a dreamto my end
I wanted to be more than friends
Beautiful black skin (black skin)

Chorus: repeat to end

Do you ever see that stuff that be
when it get cold that ice that you can't see?
See that shit happens sometimes.
Yep, black ice.

Now you know and I know I done bumped every hole in the wall y'all
did you catch that phone call most of y'all didn't met me
thought I was tall, Get flipped like a dip
slipped fell on da black ice
did you think twice, homeslice came and he went
satisfied got bent bars ain't shit
meetin' coast to coast yeah lamped & bo man do-si-dos
too many coming close cuz

Touched what I never touched before, seen what I never seen before
woke up and seen the sun sky high, sky high

Circulate like a Sunday paper
capers caught tony tone with cheap flicks
good picks pay hard watch the hard turn sideways
clip the tale for real sales to the who lose cash
flesh Live your life for now
feeling good and warm windows rolled tight
thirty five degrees nippy tonight, don't forget the chapstick
lips dry quick when the jack out make you wanna act out
take the slack out some people black out
hibernating to a cave backout

Touched what I never touched before, seen what I never seen before
woke up and seen the sun sky high, sky high
Touched what I never touched before, seen what I never seen before
woke up and seen the sun sky high, sky high

I been in it for the past few days
tighter than fades I know all my plays now can I rap? can I adapt?
now really sure yeah who's that looking over the shoulders
of those writing dreams
feening for the taste of menthol missed class stayed in the hall
looking for a squeeze play better yet a holiday
stayed away from the pyramid board game
broke it down to a neighborhood slang, cash before fame

sky high (x 10)

now who done stepped in? the nigga the b-i-g the secret weapon boy
slicker that black ice throwing them flows like rice at weddings
so quick flexing, you speaking about sankin that's refreshing to the earlobes
pay for the room and still be in pimp mode
like icebergs, chryslers and buicks
some niggas ain't on their jobs so them suckers tend to lose it
abuse their priveliges and now the whole village is been shot to pieces
coz niggas are biting that same stupid shit I mean that feces
boy don't beat me if you ain't got no work
I'm strictly about these verses like the ones you hear at church boy
seach boy, talking about your dough is punk like lurch boy
every time I heard your rhyming like a fucking jerk boy, simp, yeah!

Friends, Romans, countrymen lend me you eardrums
it was a beautiful day off in the neighborhood
Yellows and greens and blues and browns
and greys and hues that ooze beneath dilapidated wood
Ain't a thing could explain but what pertains
to cocaine & sustaining rain
See summer roll around niggas all about change
then they steady move them keys like bob james
Coz old man winter's arrived
the temperature dives
November just died
December's alive
thus it ain't no typical ride
just individuals way to bring home the bacon when bacon was all gone
making it our own taking me all wrong
We've all indulged in the bulge of those no-nos
no you ain't solo, there's even lower levels you can go
take sun people put them in the land of snow

Touched what I never touched before, seen what I never seen before
woke up and seen the sun sky high, sky high

(T-Mo)
Why is it you fail, to see a man
in the same hour, that his kin come grinnin?
In another code, fell asleep, party mode, tryin to come up
from the ashes that defy your lift, listen up
Ladies seem sweet, the ocean meets the mountain peaks
Stone-walker, side-walker, watch those loose lips, Wall Street
Numbers set by stock movers, buy my tip so I can touch
Not for no print size, plate saint, white wasted H20
Four coats'll make it glaze
Beams rooted like dogwood, between the Pine, wind
Twenty-fo' stores with malt for sale, still fetchin water
out the well, help em size, find the grind, find the times
where the times weighed as hard as ? find me shoes, baby daddy
Rico Daddy, he didn't break the TV
So why should I weep, man gon' bye, see you when my light blow
Got more good than dirt to throw, and I won't pull
between the halo, and a fork-pitch
Suffocated by my rhymes...

Chorus: Debra Killings

Worship High, it's just another name
Take your time and concentrate on it
Take a stand and make your hand a fist
We got a reason to resist

(Gipp)
The mortal orbit your nadir, don't cross the fade
chillin in Decatur, where it's greater, secure streets
In the hood late at nights, dippin fine
Hard not to be slippin, if they come, I won't run
When it's time, I ain't trippin, I got my date
and you got yours too, I see, the record sales soar
after the death, of this creator, genocidal, tendencies
when they mention he, who listens, to Unseen Hand
Cappin the faces of the young black man, when they sing
Knowin that we Godly, got to keep it right
with my people cause I'm equal no matter, how much I make
I can't escape fate, the date as I await
As I await, I can't fake
Can't fake, I can't fake, I'm true with it

(Khujo)
A duffel for the cash, platinum within myself from another earth
Spill, nina, tea leaf, your very, existance
is considered a privelege, buck up, and they can't, be revoked
Pay your taxes, uhh, snake eyes
Strapped with flaws, still iterant to a lot of laws
Man-made, but that's a dot, everybody
from the East coast don't wear it back home, whatchu think?
Gettin they thoughts mixed negative, after reoccurances
I say a prayer, plus if I, entertained them
It's easy to commit, hard to resist
And once we cross that line segment, not even our producers
can bring us back, eyeballs peeled
Eardrums opened, egos stripped stroked, another low blow
delivered to the hip-hop culture, uhh
Industry consists of thieveries, prostititues
and Folgers if somethin bigger than us, past the blue
Told us that it wasn't a heaven for G's
Then we do this, continue your devilish deeds
I mean activities, that just show, that it's a Hell
for Jacks, independent, but you distributed by your masters
Labels still a slave, but you just get to eat at
the white man's table, lookin like Gable Gunther
on the Guinness Book of World Records, God didn't like ugly
and he wasn't too fond of cute either
A climate of caution, a climate of caution in effect

Chorus

(Cee-Lo)
Where I am, you can feel God is present, in the midst of darkness
if you spark up bet somebody gonna see it
It is necessary for me to speak these words now
Another day here hasn't been promised to me, don't you agree
that you never fail when you try, I'm willing to die but first
I am willing to live, and I overstand that this will be
a lifelong sacrifice, in order to reveal
you gon' have to destroy, and if you ain't thinkin right
you damn sure can't act right, somebody raise your fist
and let me know I'm not alone, revolution, doesn't mean fightin
in these streets, and it ain't gonna be no revolution
without the women, and, it ain't gonna be no future
without the children, and, it ain't gonna be no children
without the men, and, you can't have no love without the trust
And no, trust can come without communication
And you can't communicate if you ain't got shit to say
You can't teach about what you, been deceived about too
Any book you read is still limited education
You gon' have to talk to God personally and time is short
And, he's on his way, and I will receive
a grateful word for what I've done
And this is all that really matters to me
In time you will see what I told you is true
And I ain't have to rhyme to say that to you
I ain't got to rhyme to say it to you, it's true

Chorus

[Cee-Lo]
Uh huh, one time. Yes suh, yes suh

Verse 1
[Big Gipp]
Now what they know about the banana and mayonnaise?
With two slices of toasted bread on a napkin
Straight up nuts with this country drawl
It ain't no reason, look here boy, ain't no fuckin flaw
I didn't go to bed without my lucky bear claw
See I'm a rest, uh, look in the bloom like a mushroom in the jug under hot lights
Crystalize so nice when I think twice. I love long summer nights
Four record deep, and I still get stage fright.
Small towns to the big city night life.

Hook
If you don't like what I say,
Fly away, fly away.
If you don't like where I stay,
Fly away, Uh huh.

Verse 2
[T-Mo]
There's a Ghetto in every city (know dat) politicians (slangin) slurs hoppin the natural urge
Ain't no runnin from niggas, everywhere you go, drinkin alcohol, ready to call Earl,
It's your world black man. Them devils can't stand how we makin moves, smooth
Affordin legal houses so when a scene like the hand is took
Then documented it in his book how these niggas shook the world with the hook,
Now they back like Jack in that red Cadillac

Verse 3
[Khujo]
Now git, don't let the doorknob hit you where the good Lord split you, off pair of rooms, too
That you so gone off that'that PCP, that thought so letting another man sample your wine
Host your mind, like the color pink rubbin elbows with the wrong folks
Makin kin bruise they skin, secretaries terminated after seein' her boss pack fudge
Dirty men need to do more than bathe, ha. How's about burned at the stake like the rest of them sodomites, even though you had beautiful kids and a wife, he still went both ways
Ain't no due process for boys that become girls or versa vice'a
Field niggas control this, then the hollow-point tip on this gay-rights activist,
A ghetto gang we all familiar with, now how many licks did it take to get you where you is today? Fly away (fly away now)

Hook

Verse 4
[Cee-Lo]
Yea, I'm from the dirty, filthy nasty dirty south, some of these niggas still think we soft.
And I swore I wouldn't never write no rhyme like this, but now you startin to piss me off
Huh huh huh. Oh yes yall, Shawty he got that silky southern drawl.
E'ry tooth in my mouth got gold on em all, I'm is slum
And we don't want to bad blood, but it is some, it is some.
Nigga think he got, a better mind frame than me, nigga really think he got mo' game than me.
Ole, make me sick, nigga think you slick, uh fuck around and make me click like a magic trick
Eh heh heh. Cause I'll do yo ass wrong bout me, we so deep, and quick to stomp a nigga to sleep, and uh, we don't like to kill, but we will. Ooh Lord, this south is sho' nuff trill, now shit,
When we on your side of town we don't ask why,
We abide by the rules that yall live by.
And see you welcome to come, you welcome to stay, but any disrespect,
We will make yo' ass fly away.

Hook

"Uh-huh, been here been real
Still clear South West
Y'all niggas wanna do somethin' with it?
Y'all niggas wanna do somethin' with it?

Chorus:
Now from that ghetto
ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
Got one foot in, one foot out...
of the ghetto
ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
That's why I know the things I know!

In the ghetto
ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
And some of my friends done died befo'
in the ghetto
ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
That's why I can't seem to let go

Chiefton:
How do you feel when you judge quick
And you all up in my face and I ain't even spit?
Just like them folk that say they know me from my old days
I know you wonderin' about my spirit and my old ways!
You hearin' me spittin' the piece of mind, got you froze in time
Playin' catch-up with yourself
I'm on another level, and you can say I'm dead wrong
Even if you stay home
They gotta fight because you livin' in a war zone
Head strong
Can't leave it 'lone till they get and they gone
So now I'm stylin', my momma 'bout to travelin'
He be hangin' with them monsters and they smilin
And my babies' coughin', thinkin' they have TB
And they neva call him daily in that wee-wee
So what I find is to eliminate the problem
Befo' they cause problems
Befo' we have problems
'Cause you thought you had it sewed up
Until that green house grew all of a sudden
Sho' nuff, it showed up
Now you didn't know he had it in him
The venom
It fits the test and I'm gon (win) him
Then the ride, can't be cryin' got it steady now
You need to find out, there ain't no time-outs
You can't sign-out, better than whine out
Don't drop the gun 'cause the street is gettin' packed now
Just let cones bang the ground, don't you back down!
For it's the fate, that brought you to this place now
So let it guide you and take you to that touch-down
And stay ground, so that you can stay proud
'cause one in, and one quick

CHORUS

T-Mo:
I got these jokers with their eyes red
drinkin' too much, got dead
I make you shout it if you's in the 'burbs
Herbs beware.
It's from the one that data compare
logistic, chicken biscuit
This Winter, he will forget the cold through a song
And my (party wrong), and my weak is strong
just kept his back turned, yearned


for destruction bustin' microphones
blessed the unprotected soul
lettin' go, call him too much
will get you off for sure
watch (???????)
(????) top plate
what's gon' save you from the hands of (why)
when them guys gone, and you (bet) home in the ghetto

Gipp:

They trappin' him off within then
Look at the fonky red'ead
Done flipped them all as dead
Paint wet, now I'm set
Fight the shit, watch it hit
Block lot,
Neighborhood charcoals
and that old (mark-o?)
After dawn, on the porch
(Got gone), mind blown
Fashioned like,
Niggas sold, new or old
It's gettin' sold in the ghetto

CHORUS

Cee-Lo:

Now from the go child
my name is Lo
God done gave me this vision quite some time ago
He taught me shout it when you (talk chance the blow?)
You preach that real shit 'till you can't doubt no mo'
Now wait a minute y'all, I am the one
That ride the rhythm from midnight to the morning sun
I do it for the freedom, finance, and forever fun
Now revolution of the mind has already begun
Now just a second y'all
It got to be
For every thought is fulfilled in the prophecy
I'm supernatural and there is no stoppin' me

Even the ghetto is still God's property!

C'mon

Khujo:

Ever since you was a youngster the devil been
Over your soul, like this one-eyed monster
Ain't no in between you either off or on
Never pass judgement
But the feeling is mutual
Pass the hog mog, tryin' to drown me
After years of gravel
You promised no rest to (blow) in weeks
I know you ain't choppin' in the next man footprints
Wobblin' like a duck
Stuck, crawlin' out the same hole
me don't promote no mysterious behavior
(Pimped) and be dead
I used to flow, my high school goal
It come through in the ghetto!

CHORUS

Intro:
Ladies and Gentlemen, you are listening
to the rulers of the spirit world
(Really, Really, Really)
Yeah, Yeah, that means poetry deep in this team
Y'all done stepped on we, the green green
Yeah, Y'all done stepped on we, the green green
Yeah, Yeah

Witchdoctor:
Check this out, bust it,
This is like a rocket, you never packed
this many condominiums in your pocket
Ughn, you never smoked this much weed before
Where else can these niggas go
Don't know tomorrow, it's about today, bruh
I want some coochie that I ain't gotta pay for
I'm the one that holidayed ya
ATL, land where we par-laya,
No nigga jealous with his gat wanna clown
It's enough females in the streets to go round two, three times
Atlanta, the doctor's home,
Always somebody hoggin the payphone
Say homes, where your daughter
She'll tell ya I'm pure like Artesian water
Feed me a quarter like a jukebox
I sell rhymes like rocks, the police oughta stop checkin
The Lord gave me a blessing
Long as rocks I sees with you
Think the Lord pleased with you
Ughn, you think he kissed you,
You think he kissed you,
Or he dissed you

Chorus:
Poetry deep in the team
Y'all done stepped on we, the green green
Yeah, Poetry deep in the team
Y'all done stepped on we, the green green
Bust it,

Khujo:
Suits of brutality patrol sectors
Day care centers ran by vestors
Drunk drivers behind the steering wheel of liquor trucks
New comers think they won the diversion on pure luck
Shark pools in the hall, one drop can start a frenzy
Feeding off of your ignorance of the law consider no excuse
We here by being careful, vigilence
Vampires ??? lace personal pants with blood
Just ask for the special
Crackers crave samples of niggas urine
Strands of hair and semen
Blue lights in the basements
Having conversations with voices between four by fours
Rack 'em up, I'll bust your head
Stay playing the role of executioner, been years on death row
Now he don't wanna die for arranging his wife's murder
Equal opportunity, designated bullets don't discriminate
Like unemployment, officers doing break
Y'all done stepped on we, the green green
One deep in this team
Y'all done stepped on we, the green green
(Poetry runs deep in this team)

Chorus

T-Mo:
Belligerent thoughts of militant ways
Camouflaged in the brush, love or lust
Which can we trust hidden in the cuts
Terr-i-ble they bounce 'em every third month
Yeah, after the big flood of truth,
Caught in your own evidence
Now you hesitant to believe me
You back to hangin with Parks
That's what you called her
Now you run cause you know that's what you want
(What you want, what you want)
If I felt like everything was good
Maybe then I could knock on wood
To protect the good
That surrounds my innermost thoughts
Until my thoughts were caught unguarded
As hard as it is to be perfect I try
And I still flaw listening to the next guy
That knew more and saw it before I did
Came up big, to dig an early grave
Get locked up, and turn a slave for the rhythm
We rap, still get slapped by the system

Chorus

Yo, we gon do it like this
Straight out the parts. . . that they disregard
Never considered . . . ok
Now don't get mad, nigga get glad
Goodie got them brand new trash bags . . dag
And they know where to dump that ass
In the chair
The hoochie river with the rest of the kids
That did business outside la familians
Gettin ya touched
Down the cut
Blunts roastin whole through tea bags
Blowin bubbles out the wrong end
Mud in your stool piles
Flamin hotter than Dust Valley
The gateway to where ever your sick tickle desire
The gangsters of this other century
Transforming hustlers and players into sissies
So slim goodie
You don't want no drug boy
He'll leave you barefooted and pregnant
Don't get too comfortable
You ain't gon be here too long
G's get locked up and die (clean)
Most lie in they own surreal home
Trust the tree on the map
This one individual thought he was the Grim Reaper
Swole, couldn't nobody put a finger on his naps
Now he up under the bridge stankin
In his birthday suit
Used to always holler about how he was gon do a brother (get him!)
Beat him to the punch-line, one ?
Being forced into early retirement at the age of 26
Palms feel like bricks - peeling from distributing crack
Crumb snatchers and goo-gobblers struggle
To stay on top of sand dunes
Cause mouths born with silver spoons

Make your bed you gotta sleep in it
But stakes made
Baking soda kept the knees clean
Narrow like a ravine
? fell good news
Last hole, green jacket worn, body in two
Left by oh-no
Soul been gone, disappeared like the dune
Once the temperature rise
But I'm with my Lawd (lord)
?Please grits, still ship
Half the pipes are gettin sold out convienience stores
Where ya at now?
Comming around trying to sniff out sounds
Well rounded kept you strictly grounded for your ear
The dogs are gettin closer to the ? now can you hear?
I smell fear and even if your eyes was closed
Your ass couldn't catch your tear

Lies, straws, mirrors and plates
Nicks, dimes, fifties, and cakes
Why can't I escape
These lies, straw, mirrors and plates?

In the land of jacks I got my acts over the tracks with stacks
Upon the map in the vault
Where this cat's trying to sniff me out
I'm in the southwest woods working all about
Paper capers, never hurt them brothers to obtain
If I can't refrain cause some of these niggaz snortin cain
And really don't know which way to go
Confused, you'll abuse anybody for a fix
Hits go for ten bucks, go for 20 and they good and plenty
Fat baggies like ?Maggies? muffin
Where the kid do the stuffin
Silly of these young niggaz watching me
As I turn figures into solitare
Twirl up my hair (down south)
Pray to God I don? have to do him
Like I never knew or had no clue to who you was
Cuz, face to face with a scar engraved upon his left cheek
So to speak, ? like a icon when it was done to approach my mosse
Be on that Rossie like The Click
So I stay ready for combat and watch the rich get rich off it

Chorus

Nigga I ain't shit, I just know how to rhyme a little bit
Nigga please, I'm still trying to squeeze my fat ass in where I fit
Now I got a little dough, but it ain't that much mo
than every other nigga I know
We all still po
I don't sell dope (what you doin?)
I sell hope
You wanna size me up my nigga then wear a scope
Cause you gon see me on MLK and on T.V.
I ain't got no fear, my nigga I was born to wait right here
Late one night I was in a pearl white Acura Legendary
I got that thang with me cause it's necessary
Shit, I was just ridin
Wasn't even thinking?out collidin
But I kept seeing the same headlights running stop signs and red lights
I don't prepared myself to die if it's my time to go
He said "you know what it is, you done seen it before"
This sad, of course I'ma be mad
Well here you can have it god damnit if you want it that bad
You would try to take from me, my nigga I ain't no star
I value both of our lives more than this car
You lucky nigga, I used to be you
Shit and I'd bust a hole in your chest somebody could see through
Now remember, shit, you could've died tonight
And I would've been in the right
I ain't even pissed you could just drop me off at the house
Cause I ain't really dying by nothin like this
He-he-he-he-he-he
Everythang cool my nigga, you could just drop me off at the house
Knahmsayin?

Backbone:
One time
Uh for these freaky hoes I lust
But I'm still flickin ashes a lot of other motherfuckers snort dust
But that's they thang
A lot of us fall victim somehow
But that's that game
Won't try to explain
From books to bricks
Now I see crooks and tricks
Caught up in the mix
Of everyday in every way but the right
I control the substance my people fiend for at night
Lord knows I do wrong
Sound like the same old song
A lot of niggas singing
Homeboys conceal your weapons
Cuz ain't gon be no smokin session in heaven
No more be buckin yo luck
Seven eleven on the first roll
Don't let the streets rock and roll yo soul
Swats GA by way of Cascade Heights
Gunshots roadblocks sidewalks and ice

Khujo:
Sold me out for 3.5 grams of neighborhood clout
Now what the fucks we bout
I'm back home from the bullshit
Puttin in work
Meanwhile others dug ditches and covered themselves in dirt
One squirt
And you locked down forever
Can't run from reality
Lurking you closer and closer away
To the same old traps
Now you never learn from your mistakes
So now you wear this ass whoopin wit pride
What side you on?
It wasn't no I in team
Only in your dreams
Saturated with schemes
Yea you right, God gon deal wit ya
Fallin from his grace
Rookie cop moves cause shifty game
And 30 days I'm blessed in the hole
But that's till I go to the state federal
Penitentiary
Yea I could did my time standin on one foot
But see I fucked up royally
Thought I was slick
Them herpes-havin ass crackers changed my big check to six
Times wit Dean Whitaker's sermon of the day
But when I go to sleep I don't dream no more I just lay
A wise man knows his limitations
Concrete, concrete like Greg Street

Chorus:
Sufferin from a severe case of inner-city blues
I ain't got no clues to which directions I need to choose
This opportunity to gain is all I got to lose
Cuz I just can't settle for these streets shawty I refuse

Gipp:
That's the shit I like
Lord got the door
Shot down to the pavement
Remove yo hat under the ceiling
Of this building
A rebuff from the usher of sorts
Because ????
Most strive for the diamonds and overlook the gems
Got skimp wit yo bags
Boulders become shoulders to depend on
Which way to explore
Reform, refrain, we ????
Every thought you walk through the trails is hell
Airborne for ????
Clone me
Replace me wit me
Another nation inside a nation
Out the land of Scots
Suction cups to test tube
Layer of skin
Supply the crust
And we'll mix the fruit
Gunshows supplied me in the hour of need
Watch em bleed
Aryan nation be the dealer
Now who's the killer
Yup yup that's the shit I like
That's the shit I like

T-Mo:
Uh puttin forth the effort to make a change
Not doin a lot of talkin bout it what's yo game?
You slippin you can't never do that
That's when you get jacked
For yo life over emotions runnin wild
Like salamanders swimmin in southwest creeks
Feelin incomplete
Another story
Livin ????
Value lost - it wasn't worth it look what it costed
Yo life young nigga
Didn't go out without a fight behind the gun trigger
Better think fast or get swept off yo feet
Nigga it hurts to see these drugs deteriorate
The minds of knuckleheads that want to be base heads
Don't say I didn't tell you cuz you gon see in the future
I hope I don't have to shoot you
If you switch
Went from hardcore to beggin like a bitch
Revolutions good to bad
Hoods to rags real niggas to fags
What's the news?
But I refuse to lose

Chorus

Cee-Lo:
Well I woke up this mornin with the same frustration from situations like these
Got a call about some work from one of them temporary agencies
No high school diploma or any college degrees
I can't enlist but they'll draft me if there's a war overseas
Oh please
Of course I can slice some OZs
But see I'm one of those aspirin MCs
And uh bills are due so at times I'm doubtful and everyone disagrees
But I'd rather struggle on my feet than to live on my knees
So my uniform tight workin all night at Mickey D's
Got about 90 dollars and some change after the government
get they fees
These minimum wages ain't enough to feed my babies
Purposely these limitations on black folks opportunities
So I quit cuz I'm tired of being one of those overworked
underpaid employees
Stop carin at all went on and did a few small burglaries
It seems like my face done turned into forgotten memories
And I ain't gettin away with nothing because I know he always sees
But see right now I need to see how I can get this here dope sold
I done stuffed in my pocket as many rocks as it can hold
They gon get high so I'ma get my money even though it's freezin cold
Now how many times you done heard this story told?
Believe it or not, it's some very intelligent junkies
But dependencies is eatin away at they souls like disease
Anyone can turn into somebody who covets and envies
Unequal economics can easily make you some enemies
And the crime rate never drops to the cops ride around in threes
I knew he would have killed me if I did anything but freeze
They found the rest of the dope in some nearby shrubberies
In a dimlit room being questioned by these authorities
And they gave me some time in correctional facilities
And now my woman's gotta take on a man's responsibilities

Inshallah


Chorus:
How can I promise you forever
When I can't even promise the rest of the day
All I know is we started this journey together
And hopefully we can make it the rest of the way

Inshallah
Insha-llah, Insha-llah
Inshallah-ah-ah-ah
Insha-llah, Insha-llah
Inshallah-ah-ah-ah

(Khujo)
Yeah
Dialect kinda slurred
Did you catch that word blurred
Talk slow, walk slow
And years passed
Make that cash
Never took a second look
Follow the words in the book
Watch 'em chill and cook
Somethin' new for your ears, bro
Sing-along
Same sing-song
Wantin' to bail out the front door
Which you lookin' at me more
I can show you shit that you never seen before
Crushed ice for cold drinks
Surely
Makin' music for the worldly
And the people in it
If you gotta spin it
Life is only five minutes

(T-Mo)
We got contrabanded
I recite about bein' free
Only to a certain extent
In a country run by a president
That doesn't know a single resident
In my 'hood
It is good
Or that is fucked-up
I let 'em speak for me
Break bread and peace treaty
Across seas ?????
Till the feds get it
And split it
With other federals
And ????? agents and senators and representatives that live off us
And feed off us
For new ides
For years
Niggaz been raped
Let's escape
This dope
But how?
When it's locked into our chemistry for
'Cause nigga that's all we know
That's how we grow

(Chorus)

(Cee-lo)
Remember me, I explain
Our relentlesship
?While true made me get the grain?
And I refuse to settle
Well except the simple and plain
I'd much rather excite
Delight and entertain
Passionately persistant
When I preach this positivity
For stand up god, write hard things I like to say
And our words don't take a chance
See if I can make y'all dance
But I really ain't got that much time to play
Just row
Your little boat down the stream
Go slow
'Cause life is only a dream
And if I should die before I awake
I leave to all my beloved this message to take
Ahhhhhh

(Big Gipp)
The merciful
Lord of worlds
Master of the days of judgement
Guide me on the path
Upon those who you bestowed your favors
Not upon those who your wrath has brought down
Nor on those who go astray after hearing your teachings
Confidence shot
Selfless thing go extremely
Contageous flavor
Distributed in major
Tomatoes with juice
Chances of prostate cancer
Disease is fictitious
Never abandon your Emmanuel
For want of religion
Kept peasants 180
Just got back
From what
It ain't nothin' but gamblin'
In the pockets scramblin'
To avoid the sack
I'm seldom seen
'Cause I'm on the label
No dis
Boneless fingers go from
For the one
In a matter of tone
A target of
Since sense has made me enemies
It has performance in demand
Violence, a tradition in the Western Hemisphere
Claim jumpers and land jackers

(Chorus)

Intro/Chorus: Cee-Lo and others (singing)

Heyy, someone tell me, it's just about over
Ohhh yeahhh-yeah, ohhhh yeahh-yeah
Someone tell me, it's just about over
Ohhh yeahhh-yeah, ohhhhhh yeahh-yeah

Verse One: Cee-Lo (singing)

Well I'm lonely, and no one understands
The show has fallen, into the wrong hands
I am blinded, to see all that's passed
To know it was possible, to be a sadist
I have nothing, for to give
I have lost my, will to live
I lost my pride, lost my joy, and now I've lost my fear
I'd rather die, because I, am just that, unhappy here

Chorus

Verse Two: Gipp, Khujo

Man it's 20/20, uhh
It's gettin hard, to Main Street, the Boulevard
Earth warmin, causin the ozone to fall apart
Spark rebellion, I'ma go to, guillotine
the Palestines too, divide the land right, between you
Seas cross, dirt road walked
A lot of folks that don't talk
Some that thought they made it got caught
Slay the wicked, spirit'll soon fix it
It's gettin colder I wonder how much older 'fore it's all over

Not long, it was sad, how you killed my son
on the four-zero-five, changin, his flat tire
Suspect's a white male, lead, a possible robbery
Hurts my heart that we start off this year
like this, players in position to make differences
but be, charged with rape, with all that debit
while you had it, to take the ?gushy?
Twenties frozen this time
At this North/South planet clinic
where abortions are performed

Verse Three: T-Mo

From the start, I see the end
Will we be friends in the end
Took you with me, solo creeps
Never wakin lay next to me sleep
Hate to use you, don't abuse you
I won't lose you, fought to keep you
He dyin to meet you, confrontation
of the tainted thought, of me lettin you step to
I got caught, messin up again
I just can't win, tryin not to sin
When crackin the gin, makin fat distends
in a time we need to be sober
On my way through Georgia, headed back to Florida
with the Jimmy called Peanuts, mind
in the O, headed to a show
Gone with the strong, up out the do', now..

Chorus

Chorus

*singer repeats 'over' until the final riff of the song*

Big Gipp:
What makes the dogs hollar? What makes the bouls roll?
But I ain't got none, cause most be gettin' old
After two weeks slidin' in the rain
After the Braves game, where you headed man?
Dawn county line, ready to straight mine
Watch the sun glare, peep the cold air
Those that understood, those that understand
I'm runnin' rampant on a Clampet in a mini van

(chorus)
For you to turn it up, buckle up
See you when I see you at the show crunk up
For you to turn it up, buckle up
See you when I see you at the show crunk up

T-Mo 1st and Khujo 2nd:

I been at that dope-d dope game for quite some time
Noody gave me shit, I worked hard for mine
I been up half the night, paranooid at this light
I saw the light at the end of the tunnel of life
Posting up with the team, it was dope at hand
Willie Kight, Terry, Gipp, and hello my man
We was draped like fo' real, cold night to snow
It was hard to believe it was lil' T-Mo

Gotta be 'round figures with petitions
Ain't yo' witches like you did found out
In rental cars trust with they're figure tips burnt out
Kill me, happy trails had dominion
Oh what a story they tell, ain't gone be no rails
Without the sistas, so lets spark this riot to triple K
Finna have my little buddy to jail because he reniged
His grand dragon of his duty, rest in peace charisma
In the heart of the chill cold south
I must learn how for....

(chorus)
You to turn it up, buckle up
See you when I see you at the show crunk up
For up to turn it up, buckle up
See you when I see you at the show crunk up

Cee-Lo:
Of course I been underestimated, but i'm patient so I waited
For these words to be related, God created, love and hated
It's alright, it's okay. I'ma speak this anyway
Many say it's life or death so I don't play any day
Hey, I did not come here to stay
I never tried to say I wanna to be old and grey
When God come get me, so take a chance wit' me
Come and dance wit' me to dance wit' me
Come on

(chorus)
It's for you to turn it up, buckle up
See you when I see you at the show crunk up
For you (for you) to turn it up, buckle up
(turn it up and buckle it up)
See you when I see you at the show crunk(crunk, crunk , crunk)

Yeah, like that y'all, 9-8 Yes sir, Militian mind state
True, nuff respect to the crew, ugh huh, yeah
Southwest A-T-L

This for the soldiers (soldiers)
Stay strong my niggaz
(gangsters, players)
Stay up my niggaz (real niggaz)

Verse One: T-Mo

Leavin the cut in a rage
Loadin up my Mac, goin to my crib, to get my 12 gauge
One of my boys just got shot, huh
Fuckin around, in that million dollar spot
A educated brother
Didn't have no money for college he was taught the street knowledge
Part of the plan
to keep us fightin in the street instead of becomin a strong black man
Every two weeks I see Sam
pitchin out my check with no respect but I still don't give a damn
Becaause I GOTTA make my dough
My kill, rocked down, til I started seein cash flow
Everything happens for a reason, choose the season
to commit the perfect treason
Who brought me -- to the land, of unfree man
To move about and catch trout, by the dozens
Even had my cousin locked down, at the feet shackled
A one-way seat, to Milledgeville
Nigga this real, how can you kill another
when it's your brother? Still Standing

Verse Two: Gipp

I never thought about, talked about what I did
Just experimented life as a young Gump
Them days long gone, school bells done rung no mo'
Spendin hours at the house in my favorite chair
Slow mo', custom funk fingerprinted to carry a hucklebuck
Feelin stuck with the art that my skin carries, scary
If I ever had to plot again, needin my stick
?Gidgets to pidgits, moves to Philly and the crew?
Nothin else to prove, fold a plot like chrome
Salt lick teddy bears in the college student's room
Speed, Gipp got that too
Watch that dude, inspect that fool, Still Standing

Chorus: all together

Unscathed, cause this is pain
This for soldiers to feel
MC's, are running out of things to say
Radio stations are running out of songs to play
Still Standing, unscathed, cause of pain
This for soldiers to feel
MC's, are running out of things to say
Radio stations are running out of songs to play

Verse Three: Khujo

On the sick side, of South Central
33rd Avenue, block 600
Workers have wash and car details
The ese's got the fresh Chevrolet's for sale
Twenty G's or better, the whole neighborhood tanked up
What? On the fortress walls, there is no letters
Buddha say, the Bloods are strictly outnumbered
They beseiged, on the beats, Goodie Mo-B, run the creeps
Y'all can have the streets, asphault caught many suckers
slippin on wet floors, we puttin out the signs
on krokers, C-I, T-Y, such a pity
Bein suckled dry, like a newborn
on his momma's titty before I retired I hit twenty
True to cellulite with big ?room pesquite? on the porch
Poundin, like cartoon Ennis, old school efforts
through the Sunday down, Crenshaw sparkin
Zoned out, off the ink, for life
Goin through time and metal detectors, I can't take my weapon
And I can't be no dope dealer
Cause they be done put a hit out on a nigga, plus I can't keep up
with them keys, locked in the fo'-do'
Backseat drivers havin out-of-body experiences
Wakin up, somewhere else... Still Standing

Verse Four: Cee-Lo

Yeah..
Each and every element that exists in this
universe is manifested from a thought first
Through the inner mind's eye of the unseen power in the sky
Gave birth to Mother Earth and all it's worth to you and I
This most loved invention, my conciousness is an extension
of Him, yet I'm flesh and bone with a mind of my own
To dig deeper than the surface, whether I learn
from your upcomings or your downfalls we all have individual purpose
It's amazing, how the streets do the majority of raising
of children who end up dead before hearing what you said
And it's sad, so all I can write about is what I had
Interpretations of life good and bad with a pen and pad
It seems like abortion, when I just write a small portion
It's either crumpled up or torn without lettin the thought be born
Young minded, and blinded in those days; I didn't want to
have a thought that I couldn't raise, nurture, and care for
Be there for, help prepare for, the times ahead
When someone doesn't agree with what is said, huh
And if they did, don't get all arrogant cause that's my kid
Just be thankful that it's good and somebody overstood
Now, the listener in here want the same flow but I gotta let it grow
Clever enough to let it go, if I don't wanna rap no mo'
And I'll make sure that no one ever forgets
It's immortalized forever, on wax CD's and casettes
And when someone goes to the store and purchases it for ten
The life cycle starts all over again
And I was granted this music as my soulmate, to procreate
and give back what I was given, a life worth livin
And I, am Still Standing, unscathed
Pain is for suckers to feel
MC's are running out of things to say, and
radio stations running out of songs to play, shit!
We Still Standing, unscathed
And pain is for suckers to feel, huh
And MC's running out of things to say...

Yeah, it's Fulton County
In the Woods, where niggaz got bounties hangin over they heads
We done went back down the street
And stayed from the concrete treads

Chorus:

Let's hit the damm, where all the beavers go chill
If you trill you betta not squeal
Cause if you squeal, you will disappear
Now that's for trill

Chorus

Verse One: Cool Breeze

Ay, ay, I used to kick the back do' down with the chrome
Now when they see me, you oughta hear em, it's like the leash still on
(FREEZE!) I hit the stage, grab the mic, they gets crunk when I speak
Get my money, then I'm out, back at the Embassy Suites
I got some cut with a switch you can't do nothin but admit
I'm East Pointe's greatest hit, she all on my stick
On the strength she be steamin, she come through for any reason
She work at the Parisian, and this is Polo season
Bam, with them Calhouns, high-tops for my feet
Outfit ain't missin nuttin like Brandy, peep
That's how us Headland hustlers ball
Next stop gonna be Greenbriar Mall

Chorus

Verse 2: Gipp

Stay in the streets like a Herby Curby
Some that didn't make it through the rain wasn't worthy
96 stamp dirty, flip wide wheels, watch for oil spills
What it is, what it ain't, in the paint, some slow by the dank
I think, make you go blank, lookin for work
left you where you started shinin shins, under them skirts
at the airport, Gipp cruise the hood
like a snake up in the woods lookin for a cut party

Chorus

Verse 3: Khujo

You know we don't use the Goodie name to pack they function
at the last minute, request for, guest appearances, denied
Time is money, on the wood, many bed no good
Ain't nothin here for you freak, off-brand frapp, really need to learn
how to pick up an Alexander Graham Bell, for she get gripped
get some nights on beaver, made her way through the damm
Down stream, two crabs, a set of twins, three fins
One main pain was for soldiers to feel
Warriors don't take orders, ain't no serial killers in Georgia
The culprit is blue words in pink skin, so listen our daughters
Daddy's little girl, dialling 1-800-Earl
cause she want to do what men do

Chorus

Verse 4: T-Mo, Cee-Lo

How I wish, you was the last fish, I would have to catch
It was a mess, how the last one, jumped back in the sea
of Goddesses, from the SWAT it is
A poor playa with skills to build nations of people
not giving a fuck bout no color, we all brothers that ball
While others get manipulated and fall
Nose wide open to that beast, like it was yo' first
to cash in your V-club, is it really love
that you feel for her, you a betta man than me
To think I can't keep a girl that I like around me
And so there's many that await, stay after plate
my stomach full after I take a pull

Yeah, uh-huh, many gon' come, many gon' go
some thinkin, I'ma overwhelm, fuck the foes
Some wanna little time, wanna conversate
Some too impatient to wait so we can fully relate
Some Bouvier, and you bout fall clean through thin ice tryin to skate
Your girl and I all playin the game, y'all just don't play the same
Don't give a fuck and brush up off me, tick, tick, shawty Lo be
At a piece of being broken for emotion at F-O-E's
So she know it's gon' be a strike three
But you gotta strike two, huh
But at the damn I could find another just like you
At The Damm I could find another just like you
Huh, goodnight Boo

They don't dance no mo'
They don't dance no mo'
(what we doin is sittin around chillin)
They don't dance no mo'
They don't dance no mo'Yeah, uh, yeah
Did it, done it, run it, sayin "How you want it?" Leave it
when you finished let me dress it up and made it seem sweet
Like a beach in Martinique, Goodie back up on they feet
Set it straight for the nine-eight, license plate with the triple A
Callin all them cars, because the club be goin left and right
Throwin blows like them pros, runnin lows up in the night
Feelin numb from the cup I drank, holla at them thugs in the back
Baby what you lookin fo', Shawty I ain't showin no slackPeople don't dance no mo'
All they do is dissthis They get off on holdin folks hostage
They good, fo' casin malls and leavin broken glass
where you park, those two inch white walls that was lit by cat eyes
Fools calm, triggers fourth and long, zone three
Deep coverage, man under
We used to break doin eighty-three
2 Live dropped, and we was Throwin That D
They don't fight with fists
They bring they piece
Pat everybody down, before they leave this pieceEducate themselves, and went to jail, that filthy morgue
with the core, and high-powered restrainin mechanisms
Why is it? They slayin this last nigga, ready to sic em
but I stay cool,and observe them fool and let's just thank, and drank
and clear the way you think, actin out and about
that gat he pulled, that my partna sawed
And he worked quickly, was it worth it? He didn't deserve it
Pr

Watch the master plan, the pastures span
Through the streets, move the sheep
Flipped the beat, like the shepherd
It’s a new day, my crew stay forever striving
Give thanks cause we alive, and been through the gutter
Now we see the horizon
It’s clear to me now
Used to be confused, took a lot of years to see how
Now, we moving planets
Take the average mind and expand it
You take for granted like we’re always gonna be disadvantaged
But soon come, it soon come, ya soon done
Ya start run, you stumble, we catch one
In the rhythm, Santana lick the guits with precision
Not accidental, intentional conscious decision
To Zion, we’re marching through with African Mayans
Conquering Babylon with the heart of a lion
And the walls of Jericho come a-tumbling down


Tell me, how long has it been
Is everything, everything alright my friend


You see, time is passing, people asking how come none of this ain’t lasting
Money will make people deal like they don’t even have to feel
But no, it ain’t real, it ain’t real


Oh, do you like the way that it’s going down
Do you like the way that it’s going down
Ooh, do you like the way


How long, how long will we wait, to sit down and communicate
See, everything is relative, if you want to get then give
Can’t we all just build and live,can’t we, can’t we?


Do you like the way that it’s going down
Do you like the way that it’s going down
Do you like the way that it’s going down
Do you like the way that it’s going down

[Puffy]
I'll never stop
I don't give a fuck
If it's me against a million billion of
Ya'll mother fuckers
I will never stop

I bust six out the roof of my Bentley Coup
Head shots so mother fuckers can't regroup,
Can't recoup
I'll be damned if you get more points than me
Sell more joints than me
Steal your faith, take a puff, inhale my name
Smoke on it, shit, choke on it
Bitch nigga, I'mma make a hit nigga
Hot mother fucker down to the skit nigga
Game over playa, and nigga ya scored low
Hit me later young, and I'm at the award show
Bank account ten digits and it's all "O's"
I floss the most shit, fuck the most hoes
Come on, you can even ask Don Juan
It's official now, they all rock Sean John
Might have to change my name to strong arm
You came to get money man?
That shit been long gone, come on

[Shyne]
Have much to do with nigga since Nicolas Bond
Poppin' and choppin' until the day that I'm gone
Shyne poor, cuz your dream come from one bottle
Prominent premier, premium bravo
Watch him explain ain't nothin'
But blood thug crime though
Shots in the spinal, from my rivals
Cross the t's and dot the i's and
Pay the judge, drop the top we'll mess around
Shit, it's the kid rapper's feelin'
You cowards don't know?
I'd rather be racketeerin' somewhere
Bustin' shots in the atmosphere and
Not caring, fuckin' the proscecutor at my hearin'
Money laundering, honies wondering
Who me? I reply casually
Come what God would be if He was a straight G
Tonight too tight out of a big ditch we ride

[Redman]
Yo yo yo, it's your hide
Grab the rope and yell rawhide
Front line is pussy, call off sides
I'm focus but my hand is cross-eyed
I left my gun home, here borrow mine
Pop the nine like a judge "All rise"
This gun'll knock plants off tall guys
We value-packs, y'all small fries
(Yo, I'm from the projects)
Yo, but on the floor tied
Don't matter, we'll take up all size
Truly yours doc, then PPP hide, my name is
Since five, I talk jive
In church dressed in cordoroy ties
Now I'm grown up and been married four times
Besides, I'm just a sight for soar eyes
Brick city, known pop the door wide
Stolen Bonneville in New York High

[G-Dep]
Reversin' the plot
Last come, first one to rot, first in the glot
If I miss, circlin' the block, servin' the pot
And I be the person to watch
If your girl missin' the rock, purse and a watch
Hot as it gets, from Hell came outta you debts
Buy the cassette, rewind it to death
Alota y'all sweat it, you try to forget
How I rock shit from N.Y. to Tibet
You got it to bet? That's just how you got into debt
You lost when you nodded your neck
Through the vest,
Through the chest that you tried to protect
Take the voice that you try to project, check
Darin' you to kid, cat shootin' sperm in you wiz
I'm why you smell herb in the crib
Man I'm out for doubtful, shit I spit a mouthful
Indo out-do, intro to outro

[Sauce Money]
I'm the hottest thing spittin' so go warn

I got to feed, the beat, the gat on the seat
Fakin ain't these girls fake
when they see they face in the paint
Mustard and mayonnaise, and we smoke always
Passin by these haters like we got all A's
I got to feed, the beat, the gat on the seat
Fakin ain't these girls fake
when they see they face in the paint
Mustard and mayonnaise, and we smoke always
Passin by these haters like we got all A's
Say say say say Crack, what's the word on the street?
Nuttin but hard times, workin this concrete
I'm gettin dirty looks from niggaz, on the next street over
They was in my filthy, fiendin gettin closer
I'm in my seventy-nine, flyin
Mobbed out so they can't see me when I'm ridin
They slow me down, holla like we buddy buddy
But at the same time
I know these muh'fuckers wanna mug me
Okay gunplay at the one-way one day witcha
But I'll do years, if I bust these niggaz
Keep point four-five calibers of chrome
I'm, comin forth to carry you home
I got to feed, the beat, the gat on the seat
Fakin ain't these girls fake
when they see they face in the paint
Mustard and mayonnaise, and we smoke always
Passin by these haters like we got all A's
I got to feed, the beat, the gat on the seat
Fakin ain't these girls fake
when they see they face in the paint
Mustard and mayonnaise, and we smoke always
Passin by these haters like we got all A's
Yo, well you damn right, dig it they call me Sugar Delight
Uh-ohh hoe, Willie cuttin virgin broads tonight
Blowin like a boss, that champion chief in cost
And oh my dual exhaust, will make your shit get lost
There's somethin bout these guns
that give these hoes asthma attacks
These are actual facts,
I ain't been in no actual car-jacks
but let me tell you this,
I'll burn a nigga ass up to a crisp
Ridin with these two glocks,
we gon' bounce on off, on the new shocks
My nigga don't hate me, cause I ain't hated,
but we related
No one includin me, should be understimated
But don't you dare ride through the SWATS without,
at least 30 shots
Cause I'm tellin ya,
these Southern boys gon' get all they got
I got to feed, the beat, the gat on the seat
Fakin ain't these girls fake
when they see they face in the paint
Mustard and mayonnaise, and we smoke always
Passin by these haters like we got all A's
I got to feed, the beat, the gat on the seat
Fakin ain't these girls fake
when they see they face in the paint
Mustard and mayonnaise, and we smoke always
Pop it in, get to work, brains blow, ??
off the block before your carcass drop
Can't share nothin with the niggeroles, stealin socks
Out your cornbread dream too, if you got those,
leavin deaf hoes
brown, on the outside, pink, in the middle
Ain't, barrin none hundred round draw
Nothin under seventy-five, and I get slick ??
Takin no prisoners cuffed,
they die fightin for they freedom
Everytime son,
rhymes too pretty'll get your mascara smeared
When they did, my buddy Spanky I bust out in tears
The world would be a better place to live,
if it was less queers
I got to feed, the beat, the gat on the seat
Fakin ain't these girls fake
when they see they face in the paint
Mustard and mayonnaise, and we smoke always
Passin by these haters like we got all A's
I got to feed, the beat, the gat on the seat
Fakin ain't these girls fake
when they see they face in the paint
Mustard and mayonnaise, and we smoke always
Passin by these haters like we got all A's
Get up off and give me room, activate, motivate
Y'all from the section where the straight shit,
straight up off the top
Block for block, yo we got the ??, wait for days
Gone up off the Purple Haze,
when you see me call me Mr. Gipp
Shoot em from the hip,
everytime I'm in my 84 Sedan Deville
block me off and watch me peel,
Big Boi grill ridin through the park
on the weekend ain't no stoppin keep it dippin
that's how we trippin
Lookin mean, you too clean behind the glass
Watch yo' ass, keep yo' elbows out the windows
and my hands upon the wood wheel,
money in my socks
Lookin out, for the cops,
and for the haters got a fifty shot
whatever you wanna call it, nigga what? What?
I got to feed, the beat, the gat on the seat
Fakin ain't these girls fake
when they see they face in the paint
Mustard and mayonnaise, and we smoke always
Passin by these haters like we got all A's
I got to feed, the beat, the gat on the seat
Fakin ain't these girls fake
when they see they face in the paint
Mustard and mayonnaise, and we smoke always
Passin by these haters like we got all A's
Now watch em slide like some finger lickin chicken,
bout to start clickin
Hoe better know who the true G's are,
I'm the star, brand new car
Dope ki lyrical cascade height,
SWATS type, mic soldier
Blowin composer, chief of that doja,
told ya when I was older
I wanted to live the good life,
money over that bull, got that pull
Stomach full, posse thick, niggaz wish, at a young age
Goodie Mo.B., doin they thang, I, pray, for, change
and my players in this game it's insane, how this 'caine
is bringin em pain, young'un doin time dyin by this grind
A-T-L, fine this just how it's goin down
And the sound,
watch your mouth in this motherfuckin Dirty South
Nigga check it out, dirty SWATS got SPOTS
I got to feed, the beat, the gat on the seat
Fakin ain't these girls fake
when they see they face in the paint
Mustard and mayonnaise, and we smoke always
Passin by these haters like we got all A's
I got to feed, the beat, the gat on the seat
Fakin ain't these girls fake
when they see they face in the paint
Mustard and mayonnaise, and we smoke always
Passin by these haters like we got all A's

[Gipp]
Yup, yup, yeah.. uhh..
Yeah..

All night like a corner store, twenty-four seven
Hood hanger; we gets hot like a wok
in the Chinese kitchen, switchin up on my shoe wear
How we get down, we blew down, nigga big bank style
Sit and chill a while, wait a minute yo we blows big nigga
Sip on bottles with funny names, holla holla
Deep in this thang, keep it simple and plain
and watch my chain hang, watch my chain hang

[Cee-Lo]
Listen here -- I got a book that you should read
It's about me, and I suggest that to any nigga who doubt me
it will correct you, affect you, it will make shit clear
Now switch to the next nigga with that bullshit here
Keep readin -- it will also say
that if you, disrespect, anything up in this way
that will guaran-tay an awesome array of gunplay, okay?
This is Carlito's Way, all day

[T-Mo]
Shake it shake it shake it shake it hang out all night
and don't stop until the DJ quit spinnin what's right
Everybody sweatin gettin closer and closer, be shoulder to shoulder
Bouncin, bouncin, we tipsy, danceflo' is slippery
But we groovin, keepin this bitch movin
Provin, we bang in this game watch my chain hang

[Khujo]
Back and forth, back, and forth
?? style, whatchu know bout ridin out
from the Kroger parking lot to the Paramount
and Birmingham then back, punk is spittin his jack
When the leaves turn ur-ange, and you see your breath
uhh, fifteen eleven colossal
I'm weighing in at a Knighton
If you don't know nuthin else
believe that it is some ol' real niggaz

Chorus: Cee-Lo (repeat 2X)

Whether you slang 'caine, or you gang-bang
or work a nine to five, just tryin to maintain, mayne
Do your thang, mayne, it's all the same, mayne
and let your chain swang, and let your chain hang

[T-Mo]
Lyric assassin while mashin they blastin come fast and
scatter from every rational imaginal
International region, under my seeds and, over these airwaves
Manipulate the rhyme with my mind so it's good to grind
through your speaker, this one's a keeper
Like Ebenezer, it was his decision, to live his life
through a tunnel vision, followed by the reaper
who knows your past deeper, don't let him creep ya, from behind

[Khujo]
Before I was rudely interrupted, house fallin down
but we straight, you should save yourself ??
It's rainin suckers cause they greed sickens me
Poverty stricken, hand pickin, in the corner cleansin
Lights out poor, slip and you nails hell
Everythang for sale, be eat with they plastic
Let's enhance it, I'll be good til Saturday
Thick volume gravity

[Gipp]
We bout to mix and mingle, meet a match for the next single
Money stashed away in jars like Pringles
Keep it hard for the Tunnel, we make it bump
for the 5 5 nina skull-cap boot-wearin renegade motherfuckers
Throw yo' hands up, you give it up we give it back
Yo, this is how we act when it's packed from the back
Lady don't snatch, let my chain hang
Everythang is everythang boo

[Cee-Lo]
Behold, the stolen soul, the ancient scroll
The game of control, roll the Swisher swoll
Open the gate away, lay to lay, I getcha gotcha greaterly
Even when you hate me, you educate me
So try to trill, I will take ya to the battlefield
Crack your motherfuckin, windshield you better yield
cause I got the right of way, night or day, alright okay
This is Carlito's Way

Chorus 2X

hook
You can be my cutty buddy, my hangout honey
You can be my cutty buddy, cutty cutty
Now when I saw you in the club, all I did was stare
Intimidated by my golds and my long ass hair
But I couldn't let you pass, and didn't even care
I had to make conversation, and let you know this here
Who am I, the well known T-Mo, represent the G Mo B
Trinity to infinity
Baby whats your name, where you came from
Where you get your game from,
I bet you learned a lot growing up
Being a cute lil' thang, like to bang with the big dawgs
Roll in the big hogs, 18, living life raw
Little shawty was a dream
Had to put up my dream my brother had
You can be my cutty buddy, my hangout honey
You can be my cutty buddy, cutty cutty
Well my dear, this here you can quote
Carlitto will cut your motherfucking throat
Left low, you can ride shotgun in the boat
Hit my red light digit and thats all she wrote
Of course, she shaped like a stallion horse
Goddammit, shawty finish your drink
We going to get a room, what the hell you think
I'll buy you something to eat, but you can't break the bank
First time, the gold plate from the IHOP
Then to the inn to umm drop, plop plop,
fizz fizz oh what a relief it is
Get it, got it gone, now he out for his
You can be my cutty buddy, my hangout honey
You can be my cutty buddy, cutty cutty
Hey Jo (huh?), I know this girl that wanna cut your throat
Hold up shawty
Before you finna to get your boy in some serious trouble man
I'm talking bout' cost cutting (snip-snip), ain't nothing
Tell her all we can do together, is make this grip-grip
She talking 'bout chiefing, sipping, bending and stripping
I ain't chicken fool, you know I'm ranged up
All these fools around here may be harder
But I ain't studying this young buck
Jail baits are best seen hiking the drawls
And looking for a daddy to cake her
All you gotta do is take her out, stuff her face, get her pumped
Put her on the chopping block, now she nice and crunk
But I ain't no punk dutty
Heard if you stick your thumb in their booty it drive 'em nutty
She'll walk nann day, owe me but a cent and out
when I'm through boo
Now you know the real meaning of cutty
You can be my cutty buddy, my hangout honey
You can be my cutty buddy, cutty cutty
Gipp cutty, they call me too fresh too clean
Got the girls hooked off the D like morphine
Where we gonna go, I don't know but lets hit it
With the strawberries, blueberries, looking for the tooth fairy
For the night out, downtown, second floor,
in the loft with the lights out
Candles straight burning
Everybody hot, clothes on the floor
You ain't know, yo we got some hollywood cake
we can slice Mrs. Meyer
Even got some twins that can get in
Head for head, bed for bed, it don't matter
Everything jumping off just right,
and we ain't leaving till the sunlight
Cause we undercover with our cutty buddy
You can be my cutty buddy, my hangout honey
You can be my cutty buddy, cutty cutty
You can be my cutty buddy, my hangout honey
You can be my cutty buddy, cutty cutty
You can be my cutty buddy, my hangout honey
You can be my cutty buddy, cutty cutty
You can be my cutty buddy, my hangout honey
You can be my cutty buddy, cutty cutty
You can be my cutty buddy, my hangout honey

hook

We got that fie fie, we got that fie fie
We got that fie fie delish (x2)

(Khujo)
Back in the whole, ?hide like I stole?
Put us in this where its at make all the dough
Throw out your dough
Uhh you ain't hard, you're stupid, like ?counting the votes on yourself?
With the ref, calling the game between your frames
I'm on the corner jumping cain, to every lane that walk by uhh
Stop calling my momma house, and hanging up
Niggas is Biggie Smalls, ready to die, a horrible death
I wanna ?court case and doctor?, because the ? is on nigga
Time flying,who having fun
Making runs, up and down Cambelton,
Put one ?over the jail? where you ?fired? one
Stop gossiping, your marriage on the rocks, and you jealous
43 and can't keep a man, because you careless
I'm too generous, so my kindness is took for weakness
You don't want to see me nut up, I leave you teethless
And the toothfairy don't run on friday the 5th or the ?7 day hassle?
Stop eating ?eagle eye and ??, so I rhyme past ??
?The move master?
We got that fie fie delish

hook

(T-Mo)
I said we got, we got, nigga we cocked it and dropped it
Ain't no stopping it, popped it, locked it, flop flipping it
Leaving 'em dripping with SWAT's shit, on that forehand
The godfather of my nigga first seed, please show us much love
?? Lil Willy ?I'm busting the philly?, on this first day
I don't play bout' my family
Mob Goodie, lumberjack, woody, down your ??
When I enter the room, shawty numb
Having fun, music give me the power
The man of the hour
Look,it's on when I hit you with this fie fie in your eye
Aww Naw, you better not cry

Who got that fie fie, we got that fie fie
Who got that fie fie delish

(Cee-Lo)
Now get back, you hit you get hit back
Click clack, Bu-yak! Automatic at-tack, got gats
Whenever, however, you want to act
Think it ain't when it is, shawty gonna kill a nigga ass bout' his
Rhyme pays, I could blaze in a maze for days
?Flat concrete or thick metals?, we won't settle
Till' its evident and obvious, don't fuck with us
Ya heard, I mean every word I bust
Trust me, you can't stop me, even if you bust me
?? must be in the same ?fashion pack?
?Jesus came?
I'm the future, I'm forever, I'm the flame

hook

(Big Gipp)
Everything grit to the grind
Gimme something to hold and watch me flip it two times
The whites of his eyes couldn't hide all the shit up on his mind
Always inclined to soft touch
If I'm approached wrong, ?blew lead just through the skyways?
And touch back down on the one-way highway
Got a bus with 21 beds,and if the door swing open it's 21 heads
Nickel plate with the numbers straight
Just in case the spot got funny money
Now who call, well you got your wish
Goodie Mob in your town with that fie fie delish
All up in your face bitch

hook

Chorus: Goodie MobWe peel out sideways (get rich to this)We do a hundred on the highways (get rich to this)Thank God for Friday's (get rich to this)Hey hey hey hey!! (get rich to this)We peel out sideways (get rich to this)We do

I.C.U do you see me, I'm staring at cha' (x4)

(Khujo)
Before you got on, I could a hear a pins drop
Maybe make me wanna clean out your clock
Go in your socks, confiscate your knot
Cool you off, because you think your hot, when your not
Fools on the block, will take your hand, brigettes and rocks
And your watch
Can't wait until you come through
One more 'gain so they can empty your bins
Check your chin, don't try and be my friend
Get close and then attempt to do me in
Niggas know you'll spin, we can get on that Henn, eyes shut
Huh
Can't touch
We don't care nothing 'bout you doing ten, up in the pen
We ain't finna be mothering 'bout nobody
Cause we motherfucking grown men

hook (x2)

(T-Mo)
Whats on your mind at this time
Chilling fine, sip back on wine
Everything dope and scoping mine
Like its yours, opening doors to a future you can see
Really, Dungeon Family crew'll legendate
No catching guard presence in Southwest
And everybody who believe we the best and never gonna stop
Never gonna change, try to stay focused
Still running with the same crew since 82'
All I gotta do to ?convince kids is say you'll all get big too?

hook (x2)

(Big Gipp)
How you doing miss thang
Better yet should I say miss queen
I saw you in the corner, and you was looking off
Your smelling classic baby
I'd like to hold it snug
Lets cut a rug and split this scene and strut up out this club
I be 'bout strictly business
I make it better, get it better than the last dude
Where I hang ain't no drama momma
I reserved the bed behind the curtains
Keep it wet, keep you stuck, all up on the jewels
And keep you seeing colors like on the wall at MJQ

hook

(Cee-Lo)
Sugarpie...
You wanna know how a nigga from the gutter ghetto so butter-fly
Its really on, and really I want is a moment alone
Baby please, it ain't your cheese, and ??? I'm interested
But thats on low-low, but I'd love and die til' the morn'
Every word that I'd heard her say it really inspired me
But I'm only staring cause I like what I see
But I know that you probably got a girl, and already in love
Maybe next life-time you'll be free

hook

hookWe'll I'm just gonna tell youWe ain't bout' that talking homeboy, we'll do itAnd all that acting you doing, we see through itFuck hollering and screaming lets get to it, lets get to it(Cee-Lo)Now I say my rap reflect the

(Big Gipp)
You'se a baffoon, caught up in your own cocoon
Leave your head rest maroon
Drunk heavy in the side street saloon
Til' I figured it out, to the 3rd degree
I'm the milli in the meter
I'm the gram up in the kilo
I'm the wave up in the ocean
The C up in the coast and
The B up in the Boston
So what you looking for or looking at now
You ain't got what you gotta shake
Caught it on the sidewalk fake
I gets down, further digging down
Hurt for the red dirt at the same time
Hit rewind if your ass didn't hear me clear
Hit rewind if your ass didn't hear me clear

hook

My old hood could use a little rebuilding
A better place for these ghetto children
I ain't gonna let 'em take the O out my JOY
Before you can rebuild, you've got to destroy
And these walls gonna come tumbling down
These walls gonna come tumbling down

(Cee-Lo)
Well I remember when, I was slanging nothing but weed
I ain't ??? round here that can't tell you about me
Fortunately I done changed the way I used to be
When so many didn't have an alternative to see
Music saved my life and now I'll never forget it
Thats why I try to glorify God with it
But it still remains, its in my veins
I know that I'ma sin, I just hope he'll forgive me again
Okay, I'm right and wrong in the same day
And it's always gonna be someone who'll see it the same way
And if I react, who was that guy to blame, hey
You fuck with me, I fuck with you thats how the game played
I had a choice to let it go, but if you don't let it go
Then I ain't got no choice no more
Two lives gone to waste, one dead and the other caught a case
With 50 years to face
I'm raising ghosts, I'm rebuilding

hook

(T-Mo)
I'm so tired of my people not knowing what we doing to ourselves
And we blame it on them, but we stuck in the same frame
Trapped inside a mental instrumental bond
Hoping to run, but theres a gun, what could you really do
Everybody new kicking the old ??? to the floor
But now its more shit, crooked, shady, talking 'bout the president
He's fucking other ladies, blowing up spots we supposed to hit
And casually they spreading billions to the little children overseas
Niggas moving G's, I'm on my knees praying god please
A nigga just wanna eat and sleep
With my gun in my own little world and raise my little kids
Doing the best I can nigga

(Khujo)
Shit, look who talking now
You gots'ta crawl before you walk, Ohh don't follow to close
Where I think you might stop
We all can see that the grass is the same color on the other side of the fence
Give thanks, people thank alarm clocks, wake 'em up
Every morning brother I gotta stay prayed up
Cause the pistol ain't gonna save my life when it's time to go
Its just in case I get a chance to retaliate
I used ain't have nothing positive to say
Doing my little five minutes of fame
Who done forget from which they came
Acknowledge his name, Lord, you've been so good to me
Better than I've been to myself
Keep us in good health
The white mans food makes my stomach upchuck
But I gots'ta be strong, to defeat my enemies
For the kill, MAC's in your side
Judging buildings, they can't be no playgrounds for these childrens

hook

hook

?Don't know why I'm folding?
Illegal substance controlling, still outdoors rolling(x2)

(T-Mo)
Enhance the game, but give me the benz
While I send my word
It's lightly packed ????? giving a fuck
Bitch I gots to eat too
While I catch up like Heinz
On the hook for my family tree
East to West to South is booted in this red clay
And everyday I get up and work my ass to the bone
So I can pay for me a home, in the ghetto or the woods,to build
I'm packing my steel too

(Khujo)
Slow rolling, everybody in this clique holding
Anything we riding in is stolen
And you can tell when a nigga on round' here
His neck and his wrists be all frozen
You wanna go bust because some fool caught you dozing
Out on the ave posing
But you ain't no more good, like a used up trojan
You horsing around, now your spot finna' be closing down
We brang them guns, you tote them roses
Indecent exposure, beat you till' you're swollen
Now here, put some ice on that
Work with, reject heavy crack now pick up pick up pick up

hook

(Big Gipp)
Hold up, wait up, Gipp swolled in here
My eyes getting little and its hard to steer
Reverse safe, can't wait, communicate next tale
Kept my money in the floor so I can chalk bail
And anything you got for me, just hold
Cause I'll be back one day to get them folds
Take a second to regroup, get back in the loop
See the veins never change, only part is in the name
I ain't that old, wanna play me cold
Wanna treat me like a ?wrangler? wanna snatch my gold
See I was raised by a man, so a man you see
Came up in the trailors of Fulton County
Hard top for the winter, soft top for the summer
If we caught roaming the streets, we some runners
)From the street corners

(Cee-Lo)
Well when you looking at me make sure that I'm trapping and slowed down
Still suffer from sunrise till' the sun done gone down
Before I go any further, fool let me break it on down
Get blasting with the best and get brutally blown down
YES SIRE! COLLAPSE AND GET CAUGHT IN THE CROSSFIRE
Talking shit at one time, but nowadays your cause higher
From the hatred, hunger, hopelessness, yes I kill
So I guess I'm no better than the rest
But I try to be
Somehow these streets feel so fly to me
I'm a get it right Lord "Cee-Lo, Don't you lie to me!"
I hope this work here work me a way up out this
Hey, don't wanna die the same way my buddy did the other day
Damn

hookYou know how good it can be, if I took you home with meI know the mood is right, I don't wanna be alone tonightCome on lets dip shawty, dipLets dip shawty, dipLets dip shawty, dipLets dip shawty(T-Mo)Can I get a

Now TLC will challenge Goodie MobTo a game of ghetto laser tagWhen they say 'What it is'You scream 'What it ain't'[Left Eye] (Big Gipp)(Battle zone, Goodie)1999 (Yeah)TLC, M-O-B (And Goodie Mob)The synergy of ghetto soun

Put up your lighter
Party, all night, fiesta, forever
This be a party, for the whole world
Travel cross seas like that girl
We in the mind altering thangs
Couldn't leave it alone, we offered it a loan
Watch the porch jump straight to the ceiling
Hear the party drums beat for beat
So, some want us to leave, but they want more,
the time came to sang
Peace, they brought the rain, to wash away the pain
So we all can party in the streets
Well, I don't know about you
But we all trying to play dumb
But don't you worry about me
I promise you we gonna get free
Just party
Party, all night, fiesta, forever
See your eyes be burgundy, and your body drop
Don't even look at your clock, ?skeet on your vest?
Or get up and watch the hands fly, in the middle of December
I wash the wife-beaters, heaters on full blast
With some ?? we like scavengers circling your block
While you do that your ?paper drop?
You better hop jump and skip, before we dip
Because we falling through you, like the Bloods and Crips
Gotta close your eyes and start dreaming
Everybody life got a little meaning
Got to spread your wings and start flying
If you living don't be worrying bout' dying
Just party
Party, all night, fiesta, forever
Whether fast or slow, face it, pace it and let yourself go
Might not get a chance to do it no mo'
Let the music take your mind,
leave the worries of the world behind
Oh, such a beatiful sight for the blind
It remind me of a celebration
One nation under one rule
Its that you ain't got nothing to prove
Ohh, let the music move you,
and sooth you, like its supposed to
Love is life, life is worth loving
Party, all night, fiesta, forever
T-Mo cuts the record down to the bone
And now we back rapping on the microphone
I say signing autographs for little kids delight me
We can't help but be some stars in the shining night
See I was raised in the SWATS by my mom and pop
To be a cold little brother that you can't stop
On top of the charts, I'm a ladies man
The type of brother with heart, weak suckers can't stand
Cause I wanna be free, hear my spirit it's the clearest
Can you hear it in the gospel
I came down here cause I gotta believe
Don't follow me, I say I need someone to take me to the Rave
Party, all night, fiesta, forever

(feat. Outkast)

(Al Pacino)
"I'll fight for you 'til the day I die"

(Gipp)
Yeah.. yeah.. yo
Gipp keep it slow poke, hang out the side with no rope
Sit in the tub, flick the remote and soak
Pull up, jump out, and then I strut for em
And if anybody got problems, I'ma cut for em
In this atmosphere now you can disappear smoke thick
Shells bail like tailbacks lookin for hoes
Drag my ass down the air like I care
Scar that ass, leave your shirt open like an arab
Makin money off these breakdown slabs
We got this zone, get your own
Better move on before your folk get split, you won't forget
The DF put it down, now get down, or sit down

(OutKast)
Sunday mornin, makes me feel
so Godly, pardon me, if I shake your soul..

(Khujo)
I tackle my problems, never run from my foes
Stiff-arm facemask, hit the juke but it didn't leave a sucka froze
like he just tried to stuff a whole ki up in his nose
on all fo's
You hit em high I hit em low, for this dough
Yo heart gon' bust out here, cause we comin full speed
We deep and take you lift you up off of your feet
at the lift, of the glass, sippin victory
Clean cut but I stay dirty
Uhh, you play fair, I teach
I spot this pig in yo' face like you never stopped eatin pork
or beast, ?? ??
Tenacious on his grill, uhh, all-pro hall of famer
with no fears, blood sweat and tears, uhhh, uhh, ohh shit

(OutKast)
Sunday mornin, makes me feel
so Godly, pardon me, if I shake your soul..

(Andre)
The rich boy got it bad cause he is rich
The po' boy got it bad cause he is po'
The bad boy got it bad cause he won't grow
The good gul got it good cause she got game
It runs in no undeveloped fellas considered lame
Same like mechanics do it, baby who need her Buick
repaired don't have no knowledge of what a brake shoe is
Make woo it, turns a nigga, sperm it tickle
We wiggle, ?? emotions like dill pickle
in autumn, fall, into the bottom of black, holes
Make a left on nothingness cause that's where I'm at
Cold as summer, I got yo' number, you got my number
Let's add em, see what we come with maybe we can slumber
like uhh, babies in homes and uhh, retarded ones, uhh
Dolphins and whales, uhh, the smartest ones, so
nothing you can do can be new up under the sun
Depending what sun you live under you can be the one on

(OutKast)
Sunday mornin, makes me feel
so Godly, pardon me, if I shake your soul..

(OutKast)
Sunday mornin, makes me feel
so Godly, pardon me, if I shake your soul..

(OutKast)
Sunday mornin, makes me feel
so Godly, pardon me, if I shake your soul..

[Black Rob]
Yo, yo
Nobody knew where he came from, or got his name from
All we know is he killed Keith with the same gun
He used on Terrell, Tone from outta jail
Now he we livin and makin a lotta mil
Watch that cat, send thugs to stop that cat
But niggas like him always got the gat
Gotta take 'em off, gotta play them all real soon
Call them hoes we hit in Cancoon, get them a room
At the Radison over Madison
I'm imaginin somewhere down the line Im'a have to use my gat again
I'm alright with stayin up all night
And puffin dark chocolate trees til the dark turns light
That nigga seen us, you actin like there's no beef between us
Act like, he ain't got cream swayin the dope fiends around the co'na
You ?fucked my man? he got me on'na
Whole 'notha level, money grippa's a gonna'

Chorus [Black Rob & Cee-Lo]

Aiyyo, I seen how them niggas be lookin' at us
Actin like they wanna do som'thin to us
Cee-Lo, Black Rob just can't be touched
I'll negotiate the matter in gats he trust
In the club one night, war spittin at us
In the corner sippin drinks on some real hush hush
Yeah, I seen how them niggas be lookin' at us
Aiyyo, I seen how them niggas be lookin' at us

[Black Rob]
Made them hoes approach duke on some "How ya doin shit"
Small talk made 'em walk out, thinkin with his *Silence* (Sho' man)
Just like I thought, he about to get caught
They goin all out in the backseat suckin 'em off
Cee-Lo, stay close dogg, we ain't tryin to lose 'em (Alright)
Only thing on my dome is what I'm gon' do to 'em
He killed Keith, I knew that playa since he was small
When he used to ball, and mess with Polly down the hall
Now he ghost, and this crab niggas to blame
Gotta ?fuck him? with his name, Im'a put in his brain
But slow down, he's pullin over, park right behind that Nova
If duke wake up, put 36 in his Rover, cut the motor
He tryin to draw attention to us
This ain't the time baby boy, this is about to blow up
Syncronize ya Rol' up, we got one minute to rock it
Murder's a hard job, but somebodies gotta stop it

Chours

[Cee-Lo]
Just off the plane on a New York vacation 'ang
Come on, lets get gone, nigga its on a gang
Swervin in the rain, and workin the woodgrain
We did about two ?????next lane?
Now feel the pain
And if its affectin you it involves me in it
And its all great 'cause I get on a niggas ass in a minute
We've established innocence, this Benz ain't rigged
Its easy, accelerate and make those twenties rotate
Even the corner cowboy ??? hennesy straight
Satisfaction, in the midst of all the interaction
I sense tension, here
and some nigga over there's givin us his undivided attention
Aiyyo Rob yo, is that this nigga (Who?)
Is that this nigga that been 'round here fuckin with'choo?
Want you want me to do?
Who you want me to run over, and run through?
With my gun drew, and unleash my wrath upon you
We can battle, but nigga, but pay for the bad news is true
This nigga done did somethin that he can't undo
And anybody who came here with him deserves one too
Is it true fuckin up my good clothes on you, scandalous hoes
I suppose these bullet holes make ya widow keep the casket closed
How you kids gonna get gay back to you, thats how it goes
Cee-Lo, Black Rob, Goodie Mob, Bad Boy, down south
Up top it gon' stop

Chorus x2

I ain't leaving, I ain't leaving
Came to put the God in your body this evening
You can't run, you can't hide
Buckle in and enjoy the ride
For beyond all space and time
Jump on in y'all we wasting time
If you can't hang it's an awful thing
Such an awful thing

It's OK, it's alright
Came to put the boogie in your body tonight
Don't be scared, don't be scared
Just grab my hand and hold on tight
I'll be the light that will guide you there
You probably hate me but I hardly care
'Cause if you can't hang it's an awful thing
Such an awful thing

I said a sham a lama, shama a lama ding dong
You put the umm, whaw, whaw
Back into my smile child
That is why, that is why
You are the suga didi dip girl
If you can't hang it's an awful thing
Such an awful thing

Heyyyyyyy, everybody have some fun tonight
You got to give the groove a chance
Don't hesitate the time won't wait
You might not have tomorrow to dance

Now get up, and get down
I didn't come this far to be fucking around
Hey you and you too
Why you over there acting shy
Have a hit and let me get you high
Don't let this feeling pass you by
If you can't hang it's an awful thing
Such an awful thing

Sham a lama, shama a lama ding dong
You put the umm, whaw, whaw
Back into my smile child
That is why, that is why
You are the suga didi dip girl
If you can't hang it's an awful thing
Such an awful thing

Bass Head Jazz...

Bass Head
Feel like I'm walkin' across the sky
Getting high on Bass Head Jazz
The world is spinning so slow
We ain't got nowhere to go
Bass Head
Let your mind be free
Enter a new zone of understanding
Gotta get high to get down
Feel like I'm walkin' across the sky
Getting high on Bass Head Jazz

Don't cry now
You know it happens to the best of us
Goodbye now
And don't forget about the rest of us
I'm staying
You never know if they can use me here
I'm praying
I won't be looking when you disappear
And everybody's looking out
For close encounters of another kind
And it won't help me if I shout
But I'm getting pretty close this time
You're on my mind
Don't worry
I should have told you to beware of me
Don't hurry
Come back to see whatever's left of me
I've cried some
But I suppose I'm getting colder now
You've died some
But even you are getting older now
And everybody's looking out
For close encounters of another kind
And it won't help me if I shout
But I'm getting pretty close this time
You're on my mind, all of the time
Don't cry now
Don't cry now

Feat. Jahalla, Kirkland Underwater
Shocka locka...

[Cee-Lo]
Shit, behold it is me, it is the epitome of extraterrestrial energy
Experiment and enter the internals of the inner me
The art of gone, and heart of stone, and own's worst enemy

Intellect shapeshifta, God's gift a Soul slippa
Hone in on clones and blow them out of my zone
International Fanatical, the radical tactical movements
Sounds are congruent to it

Work

It is what it ain't to these, infected disease
Thought of automatons deceived, by the deceptions indeed
Who mechanically breed at methodical speeds
Distorting your genes, aborting your dreams
As coarse as it seems

Aiyyo, Work

[Cee-Lo]
I could scream, I can't seem to sleep long enough to dream
It's life on a laser beam
But I fiend for the future at my finger tips
One of the minor technicalities of my head trips

You Better Work

The Barea Soul terror, been told since stories of old
Come on let's go and then I'll show how to beat down a rhyme
And wrestle a tempo
Hold on tight, but still let yourself go

Work

This is what I'm talking about
Should I begin to spit it just like the wind
Show my power take flight and quickly ascend
Like a bird beating my wings to the pulse of nature
Scaring spiritual devils while evoking the maker
Is it wrong for me to curse in the name of right
Is it wrong for me to spit life into this mic
That's all I'm asking baby
How come the new millennium brings fright
Something wicked approaches tonight

Work

It's automatic, static battle star galactic
Microhard
It's the upgraded, complicated, premeditated
Microhard
It's the transplanted, peaceful panic, bass mechanic
Microhard
It's the psychotic, mean melodic, nod-narcotic
Microhard
(repeat)

What good is a call on the phone if you can't speak
And you find it hard to breathe
Paralyzed by my essence, mere presence I put forth
Inherently legends record all souls of expressions
Evil as evil does, better than good was
A spirit of music that once was, born out of the pool of your love
Baby I'm an agent with a flow that's so contagious
And all and all true patience, my brotha Lo told me makes for perfection
While you feeling bound by this matrix
That's why when it comes to protecting mine
I'm a brother you can call over zealous
And I lust and thrust out my staff and wet
Till the motherfuckin' rains get jealous

You Gotta Work

It's not coincidental I use my soul for a stencil to outline the rhyme
That connects machine and a mind
Until the end of time the one my kind, the message will now be profoundly

Spoken, rules are meant to be broken, therefore it's my pleasure to mentor
But once learned you must learn you must yearn to discern
The mechanical glitch of artificial intelligence
But the consequence of your ignorance is the reality I now see before me:
"maybe in time we'll see"

Don't Stop, Work

The degree you'll see will 'cause casualty when the codes download
The truth will unfold uphold until the end
'Cause our destiny will be to win, you're still free to sin within

It's automatic, static battle star galactic
Microhard
It's the upgraded, complicated, premeditated
Microhard
It's the transplanted, peaceful panic, bass mechanic
Microhard
It's the psychotic, mean melodic, nod-narcotic
Microhard
(repeat)

[Cee-Lo]
I am the melody, the metaphoric prehistoric
The pre-meaning before it, preparing for war shit
Their god's only a graphic, the sky's computer blue
There is a moral malfunction, what will the machine do to you
They maliciously monopolize the mass
Niggas sleep rap and fuck they surprise you last
When you sell them your soul they supply you cash
But you can die for all they care, with your expendable ass
Because they know a new nigga, a brand new nigga
Will jump right in them tap shoes even if his feet bigger
Ain't shit sweet nigga, it's deeper than the street nigga
You and I just a virus they gonna delete nigga
Some people say go on and join what you can't beat nigga
I won't take the mark so I can't eat nigga
Holla if I'm talking to ya, (AH!)
I'll walk straight through ya
'Cause I want the motherfucker that did this to ya

Work

It's automatic, static battle star galactic
Microhard
It's the upgraded, complicated, premeditated
Microhard
It's the transplanted, peaceful panic, bass mechanic
Microhard
It's the psychotic, mean melodic, nod-narcotic
Microhard
(repeat)

Our comrade Cee-Lo is considered by many as a modern day Neo
And opposing forces known as agents will like him dead for what he know
He is The One, at least that's who Morpheus say he is
He can free the mind of a machine and give God to an atheist
But he's a daydreamer, it's all in his head
Still today's music has become the Matrix
And the real rhythm is in the red pill
So I chose it knowing I can never return once I'm gone
And I hope you got this message
I'll be waiting by the phone

It's automatic, static battle star galactic
Microhard
It's the upgraded, complicated, premeditated
Microhard
It's the transplanted, peaceful panic, bass mechanic
Microhard
It's the psychotic, mean melodic, nod-narcotic
Microhard
(repeat)

Yeah, mmm mmm mmm, yeah that sho' feel good.
Hello! I go by the name of simply Cee-Lo Green - how do you do?
Welcome. I thought I'd seize this opportunity to tell you a little
bit more about myself if you don't mind. This is my vision.
YouknowhatI'msaying? Check me out now. Uhh

I have millenniums of material and rivers of rhythm
An entire ocean of emotion that's enlightening to swim in
Also a forest of feeling, beaten paths of peace
Trapped inside my silhouette I have to speak to release
Demanding more from the pen than I horde from the pen
The line between playing to win and sin is thin
But I walk it with grace and I talk it with taste
I am that raw, simply put, and I rest my case; it's elementary
Yet far more than resources to pay the rent for me
Everything that I've done is divine
Ask God, he'll tell ya, yeah, he mine
So, you see, you don't need another thug out of me
That is the last thing I plan to be on this LP
But I'ma go slip into something mo' comfortable and continue the lesson
No inconvenience at all, I insist on leaving an impression

So relax, and ride out. Relax, okay, and ride out
Just relax, and ride out. Players, relax, and ride out

I also solicit visual verbalism worth a visit
Intensely exquisite artism inquire all. Who is it?
It's a deliciously daring delicacy I eat to exist
Oh, he's waving those words, I want seconds and thirds
Oh, hush. That's awful kind of you, you're making me blush
I could use some competition, but they not making me much
Man, this beat is like my master, it's making me bust
Hip-hop is suffering, meaning I'm a necessity, if nothing
But you like every other rapper - cornrows and a bandana
But I get a hundred and fifty thousand dollar check
every three months off Santana
Don't you fuck up, though, my family is the whole side of Atlanta
Now, how can I say? Okay, let me just put it this way
If anyone ever contests my conquest my gun best
Yo son just, takes one time to be one less
Til you run and tell the rest that I'm the best
I sang sweet, but brang heat to bang meat
We all on the same street
And it's not that often I verbalize the essential element of surprise
I am not one of these thug rapper guys
But this one will help you realize, and use both eyes to recognize
the type of action that this amount of money buys
Now listen son, let me drop some shit on you man
I can just "do-do-do-do-do-do-do" and put a hit on you man
With hot heat that will make your heart beat quit on you man
And Mr. Dawson'll find a pretty box to fit on you man

So relax, and ride out. Just relax, young man, and ride out
Hey, you better relax, and ride out. Okay? Just relax, and ride out

I could take that shit all day
But if I only had sixteen more bars to live
I'd get high, and hopefully O.D. on an alternative
I'd give a dim lit dream, a colour scheme
And I'd swim for the sun (so far) no matter how impossible that may seem
I'd bury my feet in the foundation of a forest Becoming one with
everything there
I would belong. I would be right and wrong. But I'd be rare
And then I would pretend I didn't care. Use my fear
And pray that my forever would be fair.
And I love you all, unconditional, I get misty already missing y'all
And then I forgive those who rhyme to kill the time
While mine cultivate the consciousness and
Chill the spine, heal the mind, yet still sublime

Ride out. Relax, and ride out. Relax, and ride out. Relax, and ride out
This is one for the road. Yeah. One time for your motherfucking mind
I told how you motherfucking play. D.F. y'all. Believe this. Yeah
Shouts out to Outkast, Goodie Mob. Yeah, Backbone, where ya at brother?
(Hey) Hahaha. Alright. (Easy now) Hahaha. Yeah. Can't nobody stop me now
No, sir. Yeah. I'm gone, y'all. Oh, man. It's lovely. Ahahah. Yeah
Somebody better stop me. Hahaha. Cause I'm good. Heheheheh. Yeah. Hahahahah
Alright now. Heheheh. Yeah. Alright, we gonna relax, cause it feels so good
Everybody doing their godamn thing. Yeah

(feat. Big Gipp & Backbone)

(Cee-Lo)
Hey say lil' buddy
Come love... good god
With your sugar brown hairs
Girl my (?) m'm'm'...
Where you at ya'll
With my coolness I roll with my m' you look so good girl
I had to go and ask something to you
You so damn fine
Shawty where you from? (Get it on now)
Oh who me?
Shawty I'm from the south side of town (Im from the south)
Where you said you from? (Get it on ya'll)
Whats up now let me holla at you for a minute

I said uh, uh sugar pie
What your name is?
I been staring at you shawty all God damn night!
Can we uh conversate for some hennesey straight
Or we can boogy-oogy down
Til' the morning light (Show your ride)
Say lil' momma I usually don't clown
Usually sit smoke a lil' bit or drink some brown liqour down
But see it's something bout the way you make a playa wanna play
So grab your glass of chardonnay and now lets go dance the night away

(Chorus)
Shawty shake it (shake it shake it)
Shake your sugar for me (shake it shake it)
(repeat 7X)

(Backbone)
Now let me introduce myself
Call me Jimmy Supa-fly
I say working them to death (Punches thrown)
You hear the linen in the falling in place
Tip-toe through the door then vacant the premesis without a trace (Oh lord)
Pardon me please, excuse my negligence
But to what do I owe the honor standing
In the presence of elignece in its essence
Simply beautiful are the words you deserve
My lil' peanut butter jelly jam preserve

(Chorus)

(Cee-Lo)
I like the way you wear you hair (Your hair)
And girl you know you look so good to me
Wait a minute girl stand right there (God damn)
You know you look so good to me
And you still gonna pay your fare
Because you know you look so good to me
Call me anytime I dont care
Because you look so good to me
Shawty let me see you shake it

(Chorus)

(Big Gipp)
yeah
76 degrees night light Gippp
Mrs. Lady I get you out the cryer like a florist pick a tulip
She pursuaded my intervention
Kept my attention
Focusing in on every motion body
That is more blowing me kisses
Chocalate chip cookie lover
Who taught you how to shake that
Candy bows so loveley I could watch it for many moons in the same room
Cus' soon than it tied by your sexual foreplay
Girl.. shake it for me c'mon

(Chorus)

Common (talking)
phone rang, screen said caller ID said blocked,
but for some reason i decided to answer it.
on the other end was a french accent.
he told me we needed to rap quick,
cause he had did some bad shit,
and would be gone for years, spending these last two days,
with his momma and his kids
when he spoke I wasn't trying to hear it ,cause
I knew he was a real good person,
and this didn't seem like it was in his spirit.
he couldnt believe as much as i couldnt, what he done .
he said now its time for him to turn himself in.
no longer could he run, from life, from God.
start thinkin, why is doing right is so hard.
I got back to him when we was inLondon discussin the new testament
and how our lives related to it, and how we could make the best of it.
my voice became destined, so I asked him why you gotta go.
he said you know turn to Matthew 24
he said no one knows the hour, nor do they know the day,
but the kingdom is near, don't let anything lead you to stray.
as long as God is with you, everything will be okay.
so right about then,we decided to pray.

Bilal
just lyin back makin the smoke disperse a ray....
deep into clouds (deep into clouds)
it's makin things appear to me so clearly....
deep in the clouds (deep in the clouds)
just lyin back makin the smoke disperse a ray...
deep in the clouds (deep in the clouds)
it's makin things appear to me so clearly...
deep into clouds (yeah,)

Ceelo
your time
is a terrible to waste!!!
for it's
not one of the...possesions that you can brang to space (yeah, it don't matter)
its a challenge,
but the chance of seeing, is quite a dream to chase (yes it is)
I hope
I remind God of him when he sees my face (yeah)
he gon see it!

Omar
(keeps on )
the feeling just keeps on lifting me higher (ever)
and its everflowing it's, everflowing
(keeps on )
when every thing, puts a smile on my face(ever-flowing, ever-flowing)
and i recognize the strong goal
but i keep on going, i keep on going (he keeps on going....in the background)
i keep on going on!!
(he keeps on going echo)
Jill Scott
hey mighty love,
watching over me....
a smile........brillant.....
all over .....constantly.....
warm .....comforting.....
perfect...like ...no..thing
no hate..no confusion...no strain
simply peace.... simply
simply...simply...simply
Mary J. Blidge
No fear! Heaven is to me
no fear of destruction
understanding who he is
his name is christ!!(yeah)
heaven, heaven is to me
wisdom, understanding, knowledge

(ohh understanding)

Erykah Badu
streets of gold and pearly gates
halos wings all dressed in white-haaaahhhahh, haaaaahhhuuah!
angels sing and cymbols glare
no ones rich no one's poor haaahhhhuuahh haauaahhaa
people dreaming they live free
making love while they in love haaaahhhuuahhh haahhuuahh
won-der-ful dream wake me when you're home haa!
haahhhaa haaaaaaiiiiahahah!

Papa Lynn (talkin)
Heaven, heaven is being pops
heaven is spending the day with your grandchildren
listenin to they voices whenand they laughing and play
and then at the end of the day we hug we kiss and slowly they walk away
and then suddenly they turn and rush back to me and hug me round the knees
yeah, that's heaven to me

Listen let that music hit you for about 5 seconds
There are thingz in life
We of people need to get, need to get our weight up
Together the struggle starts today people
Listen here we go

In life sometimes things ain't what they seem
Some say they love you don't mean a damn thing
Sometimes it makes me wonder why
This pain it hurts me deep inside
Cuz all I wanna do is give love
But all day wowdees mean mug
So it brings the thug in me
And all I want is my family wit me
To share in this love of life
For my lil shorties to eat right
It's the short life that we live
And there's a lot that you can give
Get up yo weight people?

Tell em Tell em
Why we hate ourselves sooo
Please let me kno
Why we hate ourselves soo
Guess that's how goes

The wars the battles the tussles the struggles
From nobody to a legend
Give in here
I command your attention
As if I was a band, you the people in the stand understand
I keep my lyrics slum and rigid
Young prospects watch, my feet don't miss my pivot
Don't matter my year, my gives stay consistent
I went from born to blazed
To beautiful days and beautiful ways
Laying down the truth for a bankhead, respect it
I try to interject it, I say through the music and the medic
Im dedicated to my pen and my pistol
My family and my hood I wish you nothing but good

Tell em Tell em
Why we hate ourselves sooo
Please let me kno
Why we hate ourselves soo
Guess that's how goes
We don't love ourselves, cuz we hate who we see off in the mirror
A people that don lied to us
In the quipped to 24 7
Show us in the good book, if we go off to heaven, reverend
We swerving in our innocence
Taking off in yo G 44 tell the truth about my ken 44
Po Po scared my up honey, and gave her a stroke
Jammed her up wit coke, strung out on soaps
Just listen a beat, ain't no love in these streets
And it's a shame what a nigga gotta do to feed his family
Trappin, scrappin, head stung
I made my mistakes in the past, but I was young and dumb
Learn from the thug, learn from the bars, learn from the ghetto, learn from the slum
I forget bout the struggle, I cant get by without the help from my sister and my brothers

Tell em Tell em
Why we hate ourselves sooo
Please let me kno
Why we hate ourselves soo
Guess that's how goes

Never say never, I'm clever
Cutter butter brother
Shut her motherfuckin lips wit my clip
Take a trip, take you way up in yo whip
A legendary, underestimated, underrated, hated by the critics
But I spit it, make em git it
Kick it when I hit yo city,
Hook me up with the best greens they serve
I took a bird in the red eye
I'm workin' till I'm dead eye
The mission never ends
Im up for them lazy a**
Mo gon clap dough, silly from they growth
True niggaz they kno, stay together till its over
Staring out the window of my old home,
We older
I'm never sober
I'm never sober

Tell em Tell em
Why we hate ourselves sooo
Please let me kno
Why we hate ourselves soo
Guess that's how goes

I come through stompin in my big black boots. I keep em jumpin jumpin stayin funky funky for you. whether prada, gucci, versacci, my coochie drain in la pera. Got watches like liberacci. From my head to my stockings, I promise to rock this and keep it poppin. Ain't no stoppin me, naw, 'cause im on fire like a cigarette. Get higher when the beat quick nigga we hit. Shittin on niggas to heeze on em just to eat quick. Recently, I've been eliminating haters hippocrits. When they see on the street with the screaming whip. It's hard to not hate, so don't even trip, 'cause I'm chuch.

Chorus:Cee-lo and Da Brat

If you see me when i come around (That's Chuch!)
breakin all these hoes down (That's chuch!)
Got Cadillacs and Bentlys ahh (That's chuch!)
Got Money to the ceiling ya'll (That's chuch!)
Everywhere I go they scream (That's chuch!)
Everybody say it now. (That's chuch!)

Verse 2: Da Brat

I'm Chuch, I'm smokin, I'm sharp, I'm hot. I'm sexy, I'm bangin, I'm sickening, I rock! I'm the hottest a hard act to follow. Never bite off more than i can chew up and swallow. If you got a problem, holla at me tomorrow 'cause I'm too busy bein the leader you follow. Nigga I'm cold blooded in a mustard color farrari. Somebody showl love me. I hope a nigga won't come out ugly shit I ain't buyin em. That's chuch! Whatever work for you. I'm so tough that I just lay all my coo. I'm so much that I only give a little to you and show you how these niggas up in Chi-town do.

Chorus

Verse 3:

Like catties and furs. (Chuch!)
House in the suburbs. (chuch!)
Big ass rings and chains. (chuch!)
Big trucks sittin on thangs. (chuch!)
Daimonds and jewels. (chuch!)
Shining down on you fools is (chuch!)
Rhyming the way I do that's (chuch!)
Blindin em when I come through (chuch!)

Bling Bling that's right! Everything Da Brat-tat-tat do, you could identify that as chuch, not church! That don't mean to da flo! That's chuch! When you got the muthaf**king hat to match, nigga, that's chuch!

Chorus 2x

I come through stompin in my big black boots. I keep em jumpin jumpin stayin funky funky for you. whether prada, gucci, versacci, my coochie drain in la pera. Got watches like liberacci. From my head to my stockings, I promise to rock this and keep it poppin. Ain't no stoppin me, naw, 'cause im on fire like a cigarette. Get higher when the beat quick nigga we hit. Shittin on niggas to heeze on em just to eat quick. Recently, I've been eliminating haters hippocrits. When they see on the street with the screaming whip. It's hard to not hate, so don't even trip, 'cause I'm chuch.

Chorus:Cee-lo and Da Brat

If you see me when i come around (That's Chuch!)
breakin all these hoes down (That's chuch!)
Got Cadillacs and Bentlys ahh (That's chuch!)
Got Money to the ceiling ya'll (That's chuch!)
Everywhere I go they scream (That's chuch!)
Everybody say it now. (That's chuch!)

Verse 2: Da Brat

I'm Chuch, I'm smokin, I'm sharp, I'm hot. I'm sexy, I'm bangin, I'm sickening, I rock! I'm the hottest a hard act to follow. Never bite off more than i can chew up and swallow. If you got a problem, holla at me tomorrow 'cause I'm too busy bein the leader you follow. Nigga I'm cold blooded in a mustard color farrari. Somebody showl love me. I hope a nigga won't come out ugly shit I ain't buyin em. That's chuch! Whatever work for you. I'm so tough that I just lay all my coo. I'm so much that I only give a little to you and show you how these niggas up in Chi-town do.

Chorus

Verse 3:

Like catties and furs. (Chuch!)
House in the suburbs. (chuch!)
Big ass rings and chains. (chuch!)
Big trucks sittin on thangs. (chuch!)
Daimonds and jewels. (chuch!)
Shining down on you fools is (chuch!)
Rhyming the way I do that's (chuch!)
Blindin em when I come through (chuch!)

Bling Bling that's right! Everything Da Brat-tat-tat do, you could identify that as chuch, not church! That don't mean to da flo! That's chuch! When you got the muthaf**king hat to match, nigga, that's chuch!

Chorus 2x

(feat. Timbaland)

[Timbaland]
Oh! Cee-Lo...you ready to rock wit Timbo?
Oh! Let's go boy! ATL, talk to em Lo...

[Verse 1 - Cee-Lo]
How could I possibly, be inconspicuous
When my flow is fuckin ridiculous?
That's quite an accent, see I'm from the south
Where some of the most beautiful things come out my mouth
And I'm on stage just as soon as I come out the house
So I might as well give them somethin to talk about
I bust a rap to make a blind man believe in the boogey
And if you came here to move the Cee then the boogey on

[Chorus - Tim (Cee)]
When you want me to come (Holla)
When you want me to come (Call me!)
When you want me to come (I'll be around)
(When you want me to come, yeah, woo! Holla)
When you want me to come (Holla)
When you want me to come (Call me!)
When you want me to come (I'll be around)

[Verse 2 - Timbaland]
Here comes Timbaland, I'm also from the south
I like them girls with big butts, and golds in they mouth
I come from the back road, and a dirty house
If you leave the door open, moms'll cuss ya out
I got a big dog in the front yard
Best buh-lieve that bitch bite hard
I gotta grand daddy who think he Joe Clark
And that's how we do it round these parts, Oh!

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Cee-Lo]
You see, I do what they wont do and cant do
But gon wish they did when I'm done
And with a smile on my face, give the trophy for second place rite after I won
Shake his hand, firm like a man but talk to him like a son
And this way I can still be a little somethin to everyone
And with that elegance, I rock climb to reach hints from God of relevance
Poise, position, and the plush of a revalance
And I'm outstandin, outpsoken, which is the unequivocal evidence
It is then instant vintage as it has been, ever since, ah!

[Chorus x2]

Uuhh Ooh! Oh no! Uh ooh! Sweet Sugar Lo and Timbo
Uuhh Ooh! Oh no! uh ooh, them niggaz bouta get some mo dough
Uuhh Ooh! Oh no! Uh ooh! Sweet Sugar Lo and Timbo
Uuhh Ooh! Oh no! uh ooh, them niggaz bouta get some mo dough
Uuhh Ooh! Oh no! Uh ooh! Sweet Sugar Lo and Timbo (Tim-Bo!)
Oh No, uh oh, them niggaz bouta get some mo dough
Uuhh Ooh! Oh no! Uh ooh! Sweet Sugar Lo and Timbo (Tim-Bo!)
Oh No, uh ooh! them niggaz bouta get some mo dough (We Out...)

(feat. Timbaland)

[Timbaland]
Oh! Cee-Lo...you ready to rock wit Timbo?
Oh! Let's go boy! ATL, talk to em Lo...

[Verse 1 - Cee-Lo]
How could I possibly, be inconspicuous
When my flow is fuckin ridiculous?
That's quite an accent, see I'm from the south
Where some of the most beautiful things come out my mouth
And I'm on stage just as soon as I come out the house
So I might as well give them somethin to talk about
I bust a rap to make a blind man believe in the boogey
And if you came here to move the Cee then the boogey on

[Chorus - Tim (Cee)]
When you want me to come (Holla)
When you want me to come (Call me!)
When you want me to come (I'll be around)
(When you want me to come, yeah, woo! Holla)
When you want me to come (Holla)
When you want me to come (Call me!)
When you want me to come (I'll be around)

[Verse 2 - Timbaland]
Here comes Timbaland, I'm also from the south
I like them girls with big butts, and golds in they mouth
I come from the back road, and a dirty house
If you leave the door open, moms'll cuss ya out
I got a big dog in the front yard
Best buh-lieve that bitch bite hard
I gotta grand daddy who think he Joe Clark
And that's how we do it round these parts, Oh!

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Cee-Lo]
You see, I do what they wont do and cant do
But gon wish they did when I'm done
And with a smile on my face, give the trophy for second place rite after I won
Shake his hand, firm like a man but talk to him like a son
And this way I can still be a little somethin to everyone
And with that elegance, I rock climb to reach hints from God of relevance
Poise, position, and the plush of a revalance
And I'm outstandin, outpsoken, which is the unequivocal evidence
It is then instant vintage as it has been, ever since, ah!

[Chorus x2]

Uuhh Ooh! Oh no! Uh ooh! Sweet Sugar Lo and Timbo
Uuhh Ooh! Oh no! uh ooh, them niggaz bouta get some mo dough
Uuhh Ooh! Oh no! Uh ooh! Sweet Sugar Lo and Timbo
Uuhh Ooh! Oh no! uh ooh, them niggaz bouta get some mo dough
Uuhh Ooh! Oh no! Uh ooh! Sweet Sugar Lo and Timbo (Tim-Bo!)
Oh No, uh oh, them niggaz bouta get some mo dough
Uuhh Ooh! Oh no! Uh ooh! Sweet Sugar Lo and Timbo (Tim-Bo!)
Oh No, uh ooh! them niggaz bouta get some mo dough (We Out...)

Have you ever had a day when
Nothing goes your way
All you do seems to be in vain
And everthing is just a waste of your time

Chorus

But have you ever had that moment in life
When everything is cool (yeah)
Didn't have to worry about the time
It all went as it should
And you were having the greatest moment in life (yeah)
Don't you worry about the past cause
It's gonna be what it is
All that you can do is try to
Make you future beautiful
And let it be the greatest moment in life

I remember almost ebery December when we where critters
And mama said that there was only one thing she could get us
When God must have been with us
Cause it is heavenly joy
When you make up Chirstmas morning to every toy
Then there's the birth of my boy
Here to inherit the rhythm
And when I see it in Him I ask myself what more can I give Him
Adn I would love to but I can't spend every moment Him
It's just thoes big ole eyes that encourage me to keep living
Hey, ohh when I'm singing I'm sharing,
or rhymimg I'm shining my light
And although the love is so blinding I still end up finding my wife
All I can do is reminisce cause there is no rewinding my life
But the future so bright that it's almost blinding my sight

It's like all a sudden you life is so cool
Cause everything in it is working for you
your friends and you family are getting along
It feels like when you here your favorite song
Or when you know that you got money to spend
You never want that moment to end (repeat)

(feat. Jazze Pha & T.I.)

(Intro)
Hey! Hey!
Yea (oh shit) yea yea yea (I see you girl)
(Shorty, you know what you doing) Yea yea yea

We gon' start this shit off right
We got Suga D-Nice in the house tonight
We gon' start this shit off right
We got Slick Jazzy Pha in the house tonight
We gon' start this shit off right
We got T.I.P. (Bankhead nigga!) in the house tonight
We gon' start this shit off right
And slick be at home is in the house tonight

(Hook)
You the one girl, you the one girl
You the one girl, you the one girl
Put your finger in the air if you the one girl
Put your finger in the air if you the one

Cuz you the one girl, you the one girl
You the one girl, you the one girl
Put your finger in the air if you the one girl
Put your finger in the air if you the one

(Verse One: Cee-Lo)
See when we ride through, we let them see it from the side view
Slow and even so you know no one denied you
The parking lot look like these niggaz like to ride too
They didn't win but I must admit they tried to
Look like we talked up, when we walked up
And when we walked in, money talk then
The bar was bought then, we couldn't be caught then
I see you looking lil' girl, let's go get lost then
Every so often out on and off them (I wanna go shit and you know this)
Well is there anyone else that you could go with
Cool run it back OK, see if she'll play wit Pha

(Hook)
You the one girl, you the one girl
You the one girl, you the one girl
Put your finger in the air if you the one girl
Put your finger in the air if you the one

Cuz you the one girl, you the one girl
You the one girl, you the one girl
Put your finger in the air if you the one girl
Raw, Raw, Raw, Raw-hide!

(Verse Two: T.I.)
'Bout ten mo minuets and I'm ready to ride
I got ten mo bitches Imma fit up inside
This suburban or Excursion or whatever I ride
I bet it's chrome on the wire, vogue on the tire
T.I.P. refer to me as your majesty or sire
Higher then the rest, Italian drop dead fresh
So much say what I feel with southern finesse
So debonair if he dare bet he got best dressed
Full length mink, gator belt gator vest including shoes
A ten thousand dollar outfit bitch
Yes, dude he dress to impress
A bitch enough to make her want to give me her dress
Blessed with the gift of gab to get gals
Hot enough to hit they pals so get down
You looking good enough to come give me a kiss now
Get a room at the Swiss big as a beach house

(Hook)
You the one girl, you the one girl
You the one girl, you the one girl
Put your finger in the air if you the one girl
Put your finger in the air if you the one

Cuz you the one girl, you the one girl
You the one girl, you the one girl
Put your finger in the air if you the one girl
Put your finger in the air if you the one

(Verse Three: Cee-Lo)
You're lookin nice. Hell, let's toast to the broken ice
We've seen each other once and already we've spoken twice
So stay or at the most a moment longer to hear me say
I really did miss you the last time that you went away
I'm serious, I must have you, I won't waste your time
And have you wishin' that somehow you could replace the time
I don't do any magic tricks to try and make the mind
I just convinced that the reality is that you have to race the time
She said "You a playa ain't you, could have what you want can't you"
I replied that I'm also an artist baby I could paint you
In the frame and I don't try hard to not be the same
So she knew she was gon' come before she came

(Hook)
You the one girl, you the one girl
You the one girl, you the one girl
Put your finger in the air if you the one girl
Put your finger in the air if you the one

Cuz you the one girl, you the one girl
You the one girl, you the one girl
Put your finger in the air if you the one girl
Raw, Raw, Raw, Raw-hide!(Girl did you know that ahh...)

(Cee-Lo)
It's our privilege, to have had this conversation
It's our privilege, and to have had this relation
It's our privilege, I been searching all evening
For somebody who can and finally sent me the one
It's our privilege, to have made you laugh
It's our privilege, and to have crossed your path
It's our privilege, your the star yes you are
Can have your autograph cuz you lookin like the one
It's our privilege, to have seen your face
It's our privilege, and I bet you taste so good, let's get one thing understood
I'll be good yes I would, especially for the one
It's our privilege, let have a head-on collision
It's our privilege, girl you made the right decision
It's our privilege, (laughing)