Blood

Lock the doors ! [Bridge: 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 [Verse 1: 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 Adamsville 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 [Verse 2: 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 [Verse 3: 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 might [?] 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 [Verse 4: 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 leave my humble abode is to keep from 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 a roll of Scott 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 raw but 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, hemorrhage and internally B-L-O-O-D Hmm, yeah, uhh [Bridge x2]