[Chorus 1: ~Khujo Goodie, Big Boi~] [K.G.:] She said her name was Tangerine, damn the American dream She all about her fuckin cream, so shake it like a tambourine Shake it like a tambourine - she shake it like a tambourine? Shake it like a tambourine - she shake it like a tambourine [B.B.:] She said her was Billie Jean, said she wanna show me things I pulled out a stack of green, shake it like a tambourine Shake it like a tambourine - shake it like a tambourine Shake it like a tambourine - shake it like a tambourine
[Big Boi:] Now, let's set it straight, B-I-G don't cuff or cake I, put her on a plate until she's no longer awake They just lay, fast asleep, when I hit 'em with the snake Put that venom up in 'em until I leave 'em with the shakes On display, she's a model but she only model shoes Not fake like a prosthetic leg or prostitute How she choose? She just whispers in my ear ("I'm with you") I'm the type of dude that sends your baby mama out for food And I also like her throat action, with a passion Love in her mou-outh, for dental satisfaction That means I hit the head like Greg Louganis then I'm splashin Ughhh, bust one back of the 'llac, stabbin (hootie hoo!) She know what's happenin, there's no reason to doubt it If you ask her how I got it she say ("How he had went about it was") And then you wake up from a bad dream, a nightmare Settle down cause she right there
[Chorus One]
[T.I.] Okay, midnight, fit like, four or five chicks in the drop '66 bumpin "Southernplayalistic" as we ridin through the city lights, Monday Magic City night Pass these around, momentarily they feelin like gettin right, good girls, got 'em gettin busy like big dykes, eatin so much pussy they forget pipe All got boyfriends, tell me they don't hit it right They come see me so they can come be freaks in the back seat, everything's fast like a track meet All I can see is titties, pussy lips and ass cheeks Actually, no exaggeration, no imaginin Real talk, my reality is yo' fantasy Keisha, Kim, Tamika, Shay, Alicia and Gloria Chasin this broad tryin to find euphoria Name notorious, dick game glorious Find me shawty when ya boyfriend borin ya
[Chorus Two: Big Boi, Khujo Goodie] [B.B.] Shake it like some Texas Pete droppin on your collard greens Make it hotter when she want a dollar, do you follow me? Shake it like a tambourine - shake it like a tambourine Shake it like a tambourine - shake it like a tambourine [K.G.] Smellin like some tangerines, rollin like she on some beans Garter belt full of greens, booty bustin out the seams Shake it like a tambourine - she shake it like a tambourine Shake it like a tambourine - watch her shake it like a tambourine
[Big Boi] Once upon a rhyme I knew this girl and she was fine as everything outdo's, the kind of girl I describe her like-like-like Michael Jordan when he's froze in a pose of a Jumpman Top flight security on these hoes man She drop it low only for me to pick her up When she's liquored up I'm leavin my fingerprints on her butt A ten-hut, at attention as we stand for this woman General Patton, boy stop, we think she cummin Lovin the way that I'm dickin her down, Boi you bluffin Nothin but a nigga like me be straight up royal flushin But this ain't 'bout playin no cards dummy Her give me open mouth sugar and she go hard for me Even take a charge for me, if the coppers caught us ridin to get a tray of fruit, and a pack of 1-point-5's and I'm all the way on them papers, she all the way on my team We burn it down like California trees in the breeze Fire!
[Chorus One]
[Outro] Shake shake it, shake shake it, shake shake it, shake shake it Shake shake it, shake shake that ass Shake shake it, shake shake it, shake shake it, shake shake it Shake shake it, shake shake that, shake that Work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work (and all my ladies go to) Work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work (shake shake it, shake that ass)
[Chorus 1: ~Khujo Goodie, Big Boi~] [K.G.:] She said her name was Tangerine, damn the American dream She all about her fuckin cream, so shake it like a tambourine Shake it like a tambourine - she shake it like a tambourine? Shake it like a tambourine - she shake it like a tambourine [B.B.:] She said her was Billie Jean, said she wanna show me things I pulled out a stack of green, shake it like a tambourine Shake it like a tambourine - shake it like a tambourine Shake it like a tambourine - shake it like a tambourine
[Big Boi:] Now, let's set it straight, B-I-G don't cuff or cake I, put her on a plate until she's no longer awake They just lay, fast asleep, when I hit 'em with the snake Put that venom up in 'em until I leave 'em with the shakes On display, she's a model but she only model shoes Not fake like a prosthetic leg or prostitute How she choose? She just whispers in my ear ("I'm with you") I'm the type of dude that sends your baby mama out for food And I also like her throat action, with a passion Love in her mou-outh, for dental satisfaction That means I hit the head like Greg Louganis then I'm splashin Ughhh, bust one back of the 'llac, stabbin (hootie hoo!) She know what's happenin, there's no reason to doubt it If you ask her how I got it she say ("How he had went about it was") And then you wake up from a bad dream, a nightmare Settle down cause she right there
[Chorus One]
[T.I.] Okay, midnight, fit like, four or five chicks in the drop '66 bumpin "Southernplayalistic" as we ridin through the city lights, Monday Magic City night Pass these around, momentarily they feelin like gettin right, good girls, got 'em gettin busy like big dykes, eatin so much pussy they forget pipe All got boyfriends, tell me they don't hit it right They come see me so they can come be freaks in the back seat, everything's fast like a track meet All I can see is titties, pussy lips and ass cheeks Actually, no exaggeration, no imaginin Real talk, my reality is yo' fantasy Keisha, Kim, Tamika, Shay, Alicia and Gloria Chasin this broad tryin to find euphoria Name notorious, dick game glorious Find me shawty when ya boyfriend borin ya
[Chorus Two: Big Boi, Khujo Goodie] [B.B.] Shake it like some Texas Pete droppin on your collard greens Make it hotter when she want a dollar, do you follow me? Shake it like a tambourine - shake it like a tambourine Shake it like a tambourine - shake it like a tambourine [K.G.] Smellin like some tangerines, rollin like she on some beans Garter belt full of greens, booty bustin out the seams Shake it like a tambourine - she shake it like a tambourine Shake it like a tambourine - watch her shake it like a tambourine
[Big Boi] Once upon a rhyme I knew this girl and she was fine as everything outdo's, the kind of girl I describe her like-like-like Michael Jordan when he's froze in a pose of a Jumpman Top flight security on these hoes man She drop it low only for me to pick her up When she's liquored up I'm leavin my fingerprints on her butt A ten-hut, at attention as we stand for this woman General Patton, boy stop, we think she cummin Lovin the way that I'm dickin her down, Boi you bluffin Nothin but a nigga like me be straight up royal flushin But this ain't 'bout playin no cards dummy Her give me open mouth sugar and she go hard for me Even take a charge for me, if the coppers caught us ridin to get a tray of fruit, and a pack of 1-point-5's and I'm all the way on them papers, she all the way on my team We burn it down like California trees in the breeze Fire!
[Chorus One]
[Outro] Shake shake it, shake shake it, shake shake it, shake shake it Shake shake it, shake shake that ass Shake shake it, shake shake it, shake shake it, shake shake it Shake shake it, shake shake that, shake that Work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work (and all my ladies go to) Work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work (shake shake it, shake that ass)
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'
"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
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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
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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!
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
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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?
(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)
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
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
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)
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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.
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
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
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?
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
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)
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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
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
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
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!!
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
