[Intro: Narrator, Big Gipp]
"Atlanta – gateway to the South"
Yeah...
It's gotta be right...
[Verse 1: Big Gipp, Khujo]
It's a strain, mayne, living in these veins, mayne
Sucking on a piece of sugar cane, jerking chain
Take the wind out the throat
We'll never wash away the pain, so let the stain soak
Who's the new wave? Ideas, fingertips carry language
Computer read, half dead remove swimsuits for greenbacks
I'm on the corner with my butt up, sellin' new product
Women puttin' theyself in positions to get cut up
Up out'cha guts, fear, up for what?
Nothin' but them Goodie!
[Verse 2: Khujo]
Osmosis, with that thang up under the pillow crush
We caught in the crossfire between Yankees and 49ers
Rivals, but the South remain calm
Neutral, when we said "blood" that meant
Homeboys ending each other's lives
Over colors and thangs, that they couldn't bring
To the next plane, prostitutes in blue, badges
Who are the biggest gangs?
In Babylon, dying slowly but surely
Malicious drivers with hairpin triggers
On the loose like Juice
And White America couldn't stand it
LAPD planted, incriminating evidence
Jurors under Gag Order
But we talking outside the courtrooms
Shooting birds at the judges
(Fuck!) Fuck Texaco employees shouting racial slurs
Destroying documents
Of complaints from Black workers
[Hook: Khujo, Cee-Lo, together]
The battle's no longer physical
It's from within
You live to die
And you die to live again
But you can't win for losing
What sides are you choosing?
Decisions, decisions to make
Uh-huh... Decisions, decisions to make
[Verse 3: T-Mo]
Legalize the dope and make paper
Think it's time to pull another caper
Outta my bag of tricks
These niggas ain't recognizing how they using us to get rich
Niggas dying and shit...
I would've – broke my back for the scratch
That's what I did when I was a kid
Always had the thought of doing a–bid
In the back of my mind
A life of crime was the last resort
I knew that going to court, drama wasn't likely
An extremist, like a chemist
Cooking up a pen like the Witchdoctor
Steering wheel shocked ya, like a thousand volts
Over the edge of the Hope with the C.I.A. selling coke
To make they bloat float up the river
King Louis liquor sipper
As I strategize a plan to infiltrate
The crooked new world ways to live a life
Who we got to fight to get it right?
Are you down tonight?
[Verse 4: Cee-Lo]
The relentless realism regardless represents
South West skills I possess and manifest, it's Heaven-sent
What's said is meant to the fullest extent
No nonsense, because my conscience wouldn't be content
But just a little wealth, a little fame...
But your mindframe will keep you living the same
And it's a shame that niggas would settle
With the ghetto... huh
Hoes and some clothes, and ain't making what you suppose
'Cause your eyes closed, to what your contract shows
In fine print, they gotta get back every cent you spent
You content, 'cause – you do what everybody does
The industry done changed you from the person you was
Knee-deep in the struggle
Two part-time jobs to juggle
Got a lady and a seed that you can't hardly feed
Any day your life could end
So you depend on the reciting and the writing
When you got the spare time to spend
To keep you stable, hoping one day you'll be able
To be a commodity on somebody's record label
Got your chance, twenty thousand dollar advance
And a car, and all of a sudden you a star at the bar
Ballin', callin' the waiter to bring one of they finest wines
Then you started snorting lines, your life defines
The misconception of staying down
You can't be influenced by everybody you hang 'round
You should've been more appreciative
Of the life that you were blessed to live
A hundred percent is what you got to give
'Cause ain't no tellin'
Yo' bullshit start smellin'
And you wonder why your record ain't sellin'?
No more, ending up with no dough
And no respect back in the projects
In Building 23, right next door to me... heh heh heh...
[Hook: Khujo, Cee-Lo, together]
The battle's no longer physical
It's from within
You live to die
And you die to live again
But you can't win for losing
What sides are you choosing?
Decisions, decisions to make
Uh-huh... Decisions, decisions to make
[Outro: Khujo]
Up out'cha guts
Fear, up for what?
Nothin' but them Goodie!
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