'Atlanta - gateway to the south'
Verse 1: Big Gipp
It's a stray man, living in these veins man
s**in on a piece of sugar pain, chucking chains
Take the wind out thru We never wash away the pain
So let the stain soak Who's in the wave? I dids fingertips
Carry language computer, Ray had Dad removed
Swimsuits with green bags I'm on the corner
With my bu*t up, sellin you product
Women puttin theyself in positions to get cut up
Hook:
Up out'cha guts, fear, up for what?
Nothin but them Goodie
Verse 2: T-Bu
Osmosis, with that thang up under the pillow crush
Caught in the crossfire between Yankees and 49ers
Rivals, but the south remain calm
Neutral but we see blood that make homeboys
Hate at each other's lives over colours and thangs
That they can bring to the next plain
But the toots in blue badges, who are the biggest gangs?
In Babylon, dyin slowly but surely
Malicious drivers with hairpin triggers
On the loose like juice and white America couldn't stand it
LAPD plannin incriminatin evidence
Jurors under jag order but we talkin outside the courtrooms
Shootin birds at the judges
f** Teks and go and plug us out on racial slurs
Destroyin documents
Or complaints from black workers
Chorus:
The battles 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 choosin?
Decisions, Decisions to make
Decisions, Decisions to make
Verse 3: Khujo, Cee-Lo
Legalise the dope and make paper
Think it's time to pull another caper outta my bag of tricks
These n***as ain't recognisin how they usin us to get rich
n***as dyin and sh**
I putta, broke my back for the *?scress?* That's what I did
When I was a kid Always had the thought of doin a bid
In the back of my mind, a life of crime
Was the last resort, I knew that goin to court
Drama wasn't likely I nicked scrimis like a chemist
Cookin up a pan like the Witch Doctor
Stroll beside cha like a thousand volts
Over the edge of the Hope with the CIA sellin coke
To make them bloat, float up the river Key Louie
Liquor sipper as I strategise a plan to infiltrate the crooked
New, what?, ways to live a life Who we got to fight?
Kid, it bite, are you dyin tonight?
Verse 4: Cee-Lo
The Relentless realism regardless represents
I quest sk**s I possess and manifest that'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 mind-frame will keep you living the same
And it's a shame that n***as would settle with the ghetto
Huh, hoes and some clothes and they makin what you supposed
Cause your eyes closed to what your contract shows
In fine print, they gotta get back every cent you spent
You content cuz, 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
Gotta lady and a seed that you can't hardly feed
In a 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, hopin 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 snortin lines
Your life defines the misconception of stayin down
You can't be influenced by everybody you hang round
You shoulda been more appreciative of the life that you were blessed to live
A hundred percent is what you got to give
Cos ain't no tellin, yo' bullsh** start smellin
And you wonder why your record ain't sellin
No more, endin up with no dough and no respect back in the projects
And building 23, right next door to me, heheheh