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[Featuring Goodie Mob] 
Atlanta: Gateway to the South 
Verse 1: Big Gipp 
It's a stray man  living in these veins man 
Suckin 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 butt 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 
Fuck 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 niggas ain't recognisin how they usin us to get rich 
Niggas dyin and shit 
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 pf 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? 
Relentless realism regardless represents 
South West goes out, possess the 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 niggas would settle with the ghetto 
Huh, hoes have some clothes that ain't makin what you suppose 
Let your eyes close to what your contract shows 
and fine print, they gotta get back every cent you spent 
You content cuz, you do what everybody does 
The industry that change you from the person you was 
Knee-deep in the struggle 
Two part-time jobs to juggle 
Gotta lady and a c 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, 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' bullshit 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 
Chorus 
Hook

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