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



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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



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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



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