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1. _ I.C.U.
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2. _ Free
Lord it's so hard, living this life
A constant struggle each and every day
Some wonder why I'd rather die
Than to continue living this way
Many are blind and cannot find
The truth cause no one seems to really know
But I won't accept that this is how it's gon' be
Devil you gotta let me and my people go
Cause I want to be free, completely free
Lord won't you please come and save me
I want to be free, totally free
I'm not gon' let this world worry me
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3. _ Fly Away
Uh-huh, one time
Yessuh yessuh
[Big Gipp]
Now what they know about the banana and mayonnaise (mayonnaise)
Slices of toasted bread on the nap-kin
Straight up nuts with this country drawl
It ain't no reason lookin for it -- ain't no fuckin flaw
I didn't go to bed without my lucky bear claw
See, I'm a rare stud lookin to bloom like a mushroom
In the jug, under hot lights, crystalize so nice
When I think twice, I love long summer nights
Four records deep, and I still get stage fright
From small towns to the big city night lights
[Chorus]
If you don't like what I say, fly away, fly away
If you don't like where I stay, fly away, ahhhhh
[T-Mo]
There's a ghetto in every city (know dat)
Politicians slangin slurs, high from the natural herb
Ain't no runnin from niggaz
Everywhere you go, drankin alcohol
Ready to call Earl, it's your world, black man
Them devils can't stand how we makin moves, smooth
Avoidin' legal hassles goin unseen
Like the hand that took
Then documented it in his book
How these niggaz shook the world with the hook
Now they back like Jack in that red Cadillac
[Khujo]
Now GIT, don't let the doorknob hit ya
where the good Lord split ya
I'm hearin rumors too
That you so gone off that D and PCP, that thoughts
Of lettin another man sample your wine haunts your mind
Look like the color pink
Rubbin elbows with the wrong folks
Makin kin breach they skin
Secretaries terminated after seein the boss pack fudge
Dirty men need to do more than bathe, huh
How's about burned at the stake
Like the rest of those Sodomites
Even though you had beautiful kids and a wife
He still bent both ways, ain't no due process
For boys that become guls or verse vica
Field niggaz control this
Pin the hollow point tip
On this gay rights activists
A ghetto game we all familiar wit
Now how many licks, did it take, to get you wet
You ends today, fly away (fly, fly away)
(Fly away, now)
[Chorus]
[Cee-Lo]
Yeah
Well, I'm from the dirty, filthy nasty dirty south
Some of you niggaz still think we soft (know they do)
And I swore, I wouldn't never write no rhyme like this
But now you're startin to piss me off, ha ha hah
Oh yesh why'all, Sugah he got that silky Southern drawl
Every tooth in my mouth, got gold on em' all
I'm 'eal strong, and we don't want no bad blood
But it is some, it is some
Nigga think he gotta, better mind frame then me
Nigga really think he got mo' game then me?
Gon' make me sick, they gon think you slick
But fuck around and make me click like a magic trick, ha ha hah
'Cause I'll prove your 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
Oh 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 why'all live by
And see, you're welcome to come, you're welcome to stay
But any disrespect, we WILL make yo' ass fly away
[Chorus: x 2]
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4. _ They Don't Dance No Mo'
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5. _ Experience
Yeah, better believe that slick
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha yeah
I Thought you said you was the G-O-D
Sound like another nigger to me, ha ha, yeah
I thought you said you was the G-O-D
Sound like another nigger to me, shit
What a nigger do, what a nigger does
And a nigger is what a nigger was
And a nigger done read history but yet his eyes didn't see
The only reason you a nigger is because somebody else wants you to be
Well a nigger uneducated, integrated, singin' "We shall overcome"
A nigger trying to be white is what a nigger seem like have become
And when they call me a nigger to my face'
Can't do nothin' but walk away
But here it is niggers call other niggers niggers each and every day
Dividing and conquering
When they say the lighter shade of black is okay
After the middle class and they passin' by
The project land where we stay
Since a nigger had got grown, had a little bitty of nigger of my own
Should've known I couldn't show 'em no better what I was showin'
Shit, I could've hit the club as fresh as I could be
Really, all for another nigger to see
You know how a nigger get when he see another nigger outfit
Don't want nobody to have what he ain't got
Somebody get drunk, get mad, and get shot
That why the property value ain't no good in a nigger neihborhood
A nigger could overstand if he only understood
I'm sick of lyin' I'm sick of glorifyin' dyin'
I'm sick of not trying, shit I'm sick of being a nigger
Destiny sent me to this dread and she said she felt led
To offer me some wisdom from this notebook she read
And it said that right then the black man's downfall
Was not know that we were not ever niggers at all, hmm
And she looked deeply into my eyes and said brother don't you know
You complain about being black,
When they mad coz they can't be black no mo'
So many black men out here trying to be niggers
Keeping it real to the point that they dying to be niggers
When in actuality the fact is you ain't a nigger because you black
You a nigger cause of how you act
But, you don't want me to tell you the truth, so I'ma lie to you
Make it sound fly to you huh, huh,
You don't want to hear the truth, so I'ma lie to you
Make it sound fly to you, shit
The nigger experience
The nigger experience
Has been stated, it was created
The nigger experience
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6. _ Soul Food
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 got no gun
But I got my crew.
Didn't come for 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 tha 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 obstacles,
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 forget everythang I went through.
I appreciate the shit because
If I had a 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 food for my soul.
Come and get yo' soul food, well, well.
Good old-fashioned soul food, alright.
Everythang is for free,
As good as it can be.
Come and get some soul food.
Sunday morning, where you eating 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 hos know what's the ingredient;
Spaghetti 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 Lennox 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.
Smoke steams from under the lid that's on the pot.
Ain't never had a lot 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 that my voice was recordable.
Come an get your soul food well, well.
Hold up, see, it's what I write,
And Miss Lady acting like we in jail.
Says she ain't got no extra hush puppies 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, alright.
Everythang is for free,
As good as it can be.
Come and get some soul food.
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7. _ Still Standing
This for the soldiers. (Soldiers.)
Stay strong, my niggaz.
(Gangsters, Players.)
Stay up, my niggaz. (Real niggaz.)
Leavin' the cut in a rage.
Loadin' up my Mac, goin' to my crib, to get my twelve gauge.
One of my boys just got shot, huh.
Fuckin' around, in that million dollar spot.
A educated brother,
Didn't have no money for college, he was taught the street knowledge.
Part of the plan,
To keep us fightin' in the street, instead of becomin' a strong black man.
Every two weeks I see Sam,
Pitchin' out my check, with no respect, but I still don't give a damn,
Because I gotta make my dough.
My kill, rocked down, till I started seein' cash flow.
Everything happens for a reason, choose the season,
To commit the perfect treason.
Who brought me to the land, of unfree man,
To move about and catch trout, by the dozens?
Even had my cousin locked down, at the feet shackled;
A one-way seat, to Milledgeville.
Nigga, this real, how can you kill another,
When it's your brother? Still Standing.
I never thought about, talked about what I did.
Just experimented life as a young Gump.
Them days long gone, school bells done rung no mo'.
Spendin' hours at the house, in my favorite chair.
Slow mo', custom funk fingerprinted, to carry a hucklebuck.
Feelin' stuck with the art that my skin carries, scary.
If I ever had to plot again, needin' my stick,
Gidgets to pidgits, moves to Philly and the crew.
Nothin' else to prove, fold a plot like chrome.
Salt lick teddy bears, in the college student's room.
Speed, Gipp got that too.
Watch that dude, inspect that fool, Still Standing.
[Chorus]
Unscathed, 'cause this is pain.
This for soldiers to feel.
MC's, are running out of things to say.
Radio stations are running out of songs to play.
Still Standing, unscathed, 'cause of pain.
This for soldiers to feel.
MC's, are running out of things to say.
Radio stations are running out of songs to play.
On the sick side of South Central,
33rd Avenue, block six hundred.
Workers have wash and car details.
The ese's got the fresh Chevrolet's for sale.
Twenty G's or better, the whole neighborhood tanked up.
What? On the fortress walls, there is no letters.
Buddha say, the Bloods are strictly outnumbered.
They besieged, on the beats, Goodie Mo-B, run the creeps.
Y'all can have the streets, asphault caught many suckers
Slippin' on wet floors, we puttin' out the signs.
On krokers, C-I, T-Y, such a pity.
Bein' suckled dry, like a newborn.
On his momma's titty before I retired, I hit twenty.
True to cellulite with big room mesquite, on the porch.
Poundin', like cartoon Ennis, old school efforts.
Through the Sunday down, Crenshaw sparkin'
Zoned out, off the ink, for life.
Goin' through time and metal detectors, I can't take my weapon,
And I can't be no dope dealer.
'Cause they be done put a hit out on a nigga, plus I can't keep up
With them keys, locked in the fo'-do'.
Backseat drivers havin' out-of-body experiences.
Wakin' up, somewhere else... Still Standing.
Yeah...
Each and every element that exists in this
Universe is manifested from a thought, first.
Through the inner mind's eye of the unseen power in the sky,
Gave birth to Mother Earth, and all it's worth, to you and I.
This most loved invention, my consciousness is an extension
Of Him, yet I'm flesh and bone, with a mind of my own.
To dig deeper than the surface, whether I learn
From your upcomings or your downfalls, we all have individual purpose.
It's amazing, how the streets do the majority of raising,
Of children who end up dead before hearing what you said.
And it's sad, so all I can write about is what I had.
Interpretations of life, good and bad, with a pen and pad.
It seems like abortion, when I just write a small portion.
It's either crumpled up or torn, without lettin' the thought be born.
Young minded, and blinded in those days; I didn't want to
Have a thought that I couldn't raise, nurture, and care for.
Be there for, help prepare for, the times ahead.
When someone doesn't agree with what is said, huh.
And if they did, don't get all arrogant 'cause that's my kid.
Just be thankful that it's good, and somebody overstood.
Now, the listener in here want the same flow, but I gotta let it grow.
Clever enough to let it go, if I don't want to rap no mo'.
And I'll make sure that no one ever forgets.
It's immortalized forever, on wax CD's and casettes.
And when someone goes to the store and purchases it for ten,
The life cycle starts all over again.
And I was granted this music as my soulmate, to procreate,
And give back what I was given, a life worth livin'.
And I, am Still Standing, unscathed.
Pain is for suckers to feel.
MC's are running out of things to say, and
Radio stations running out of songs to play, shit!
We Still Standing, unscathed.
And pain is for suckers to feel, huh.
And MC's running out of things to say...
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8. _ Goodie Bag
Put some fire on that ass end of dat weed
Cause in da swat's red hots don't drip or bleed
'Cause', 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
'cause 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 'cause 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 niggas 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 through 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 see, the double e from the goodie mo crew
I'm coming through, I'm comin' true, ooh I can't even stop
It's cee-lo be , 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
Ooh shit!!
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9. _ Cell Therapy
When the scene unfolds
Young girls thirteen years old
Expose themselves to any Tom, Dick, and Hank
Got mo' stretch marks than these hoes
Hollin they got rank
See Sega ain't in this new world order
Them experimenting in Atlanta, Georgia
United Nations, overseas
They trained assassins to do search and seize
Ain't knocking or asking
Them coming for niggas like me
Po' white trash, like they
Tricks like her back in slavery
Concentration camps lace with gas pipes lines
Inferno's outdoors like they had back
When Adolf Hitler was living in 1945
Listen to me now, believe me
Later on in the future look it up
Where they say it? Ain't no more Constitution
In the event of a race war
Places like operation heartbreak hotel
Moments tear until air tight vents seat off despair
Them say expect no mercy
Foot you should be my least worries got to deal with
Where my W-2's, 10-99's
Unmarked black helicopters swoop down
And try to put missiles in mines
Who's that peeking in my window
POW nobody now
Me and my family moved in our apartment complex
A gate with the serial code was put up next
The claim that this community is so drug free
But it don't look that way to me cause I can see
The young bloods hanging out at the store 24/7
Junkies looking got a hit of the blow it's powerful
Oh you know what else they tryin to do
Make a curfew especially for me and you the traces of the new world order
Time is getting shorter if we don't get prepared
People it's gone be a slaughter
My mind won't allow me to not be curious
My folk don't understand so they don't take it serious
But every now and then, I wonder
If the gate was put up to keep crime out or to keep our ass in
Who's that peeking in my window
POW nobody now
Listen up little niggas I'm talking to you
About what yo little ass need to be going through
I fall a victim too and I know I shouldn't smoke so much
But I do with the crew everybody on the average 'bout 4 or 5
I'm lucky to be alive at sunrise now I realize the cost
After I lost my best friend Bean I recognize as a King
Who am I to tell you to stop smokin
Now you're open to disease and colds
And ain't sixteen years old, this shit has got to stop
Let's take a walk through detox
I want outta this hold I'm in a cell under attack
Lock up folks they in the hood, got an eye on every move
I make open your face to info you ain't know
Cause it's kept low how the new world plan
Reeks the planet without the black man
So what's your angle, try to separate me from the blood
Is disrespect like coming in my home and not
Wiping your feet on the rug
The Citron Absolut has got me bucking no hang with no phony
Look out for the man with the mask and the white pony
On my back are bills staying off my toes always on my heels
Insane, plain, soldiers coming in the dark by plane
To enforce the new system by reign
Tag my skin with your computer chip
Run your hand over the scanner to buy you dish now
No more fishing for your fish
Kiss the days of the old days past ways gone
Mind blown, conception, protection
My name on your selections but I caught you coming POW!
Who's that peeking in my window
POW nobody now
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10. _ Beautiful Skin
Mmm... 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 occasionally 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, want to 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, allow 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 indifference's 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]
Well, I say you're my, beginning my end
You're my sister 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
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
Kind of thought 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 grand folks
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]
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
Compatible souls come together, under bad weather
To discuss distrust amongst the so-called
Good in every woman, 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
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 dream to my end
I wanted to be more than friends
Beautiful black skin (black skin)
[Chorus]
Nice game to play...
Silent Hill 2
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11. _ Get Rich to This
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12. _ Dirty South
One to da two da three da four
Dem dirty Red Dogs done hit the door
And they got everybody on they hands and knees
And they ain't gonna leave until they find them keys
Now if dirty Bill Clinton fronted me some weight
Told me to keep two, bring him back eight
And I only brought him five and stuck his ass for three
Do you think that Clampett will sick his goons on me?
See Martail Homes, that's my claim to fame
That's where I learned my slickest trick in the dope-d-game
Like my favorite, I call it lemon head delight
That's when you lick off all the yellow and you sell the white
Right, well if pimpin' be a sport I be bein' the wide receiver
That nigga B-I-G will make y'all niggas believers
Sippin' on Cuervo Gold off in the club drunk as fuck
Callin' them hoes bitches, and smokin' my weed up
When I'm too sober, year older, now I'm almost legal
Wanted to live the life of Cadillacs, Impalas and Regals
Fuckin' around wit hoes, bustin' nuts in they mouths
Kickin' that same southern slang
Lookin' for love off in yo' jaw hoe!
See powder gets you hyper, reefa makes you calm
Cigarettes give you cancer, woo woo's make you numb
[Chorus]
What you niggas know about the Dirty South
What you niggas know about the Dirty South
See never did I thank when I got grown
That some pee wee sacks had been done took dis town
See life's a bitch then you figure out
Why you really got dropped in the Dirty South
See in the 3rd grade this is what you told
You was bought, you was sold
Now they sayin' Juice left some heads cracked
I betcha Jedd Clampett want his money back
See East Point Atlanta threw this road block
Talking 'bout all this blow traffic got to stop
So the big time players off John Freeman Way
Had to find themselves another back street to take
Cause back in the day we was outta control
We didn't understand, "Naw nigga, that money ain't' yours"
That's when me and Big State took an oath and sweared
Never would we talk, never would we tell
So when they pulled up bumpin' "Rock The Bells"
We took what we want and left them quiet as hell
[Chorus]
Now that Cobras got the boys on Delowe on they back
Gipp holler at Miss Ann she said they didn't get the trap
Behind the black, behind green, behind the red tint
Dealers breaking off that blow up for those woodchips
A lot of faces ain't around, a lot of folks got shot
Scatta Mack droppin' G's while that Cristal pop
Been on the grind with Cool Breeze, droppin' pounds with B.
Eric Neat is the coolest from my century
Mack town keeps growing, old school like Charles
Stankin' like them Lincolns in Piedmont Park
Perry Homes to Herndon Homes, to all tha Homes
Adamsville to Pool Creek, shit just don't sleep in tha Dirty South
One to the two the three the four
Dem dirty Red Dogs done hit the door
And they got everybody on they hands and knees
And they ain't gonna leave until they find them keys
See powder gets you hyper, reefa makes you calm
Cigarettes give you cancer, woo woo's make you numb
[Chorus]
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13. _ Black Ice
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 and Bo-man do-si-dos.
Too many coming close 'cause...
[Chorus]
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 want to act out.
Take the slack out, some people black out.
Hibernating to a cave, backout.
[Chorus x 2]
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.
Sky high.
Sky high.
Sky high.
Sky high.
Sky high.
Sky high.
Sky high.
Sky high.
Sky high.
Now who done stepped in? The nigga the be fucking 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 privileges, and now the whole village has 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 and 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 and 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 snow.
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14. _ What It Ain't (Gheto Enuff)
Now TLC will challenge Goodie Mob
To a game of ghetto laser tag
When they say 'What it is'
You scream 'What it ain't'
(Battle zone, Goodie)
1999 (Yeah)
TLC, M-O-B (And Goodie Mob)
The synergy of ghetto sounds for the Y-2-G
(What'cha wanna do with it?)
What it is, what it ain't
(What?)
Either you bring it
(We gon' bring it)
Or you can't
Sometimes it gets kind of messy out there
(Sometimes)
But we get by
(Well what'cha wanna do with it)
One day at a time
Stuck on me at waffle house
After 1:12, when I go out
Where do you hang?
Or do you slang?
Or wear a chain?
Wear platinum rings?
I still maintain my ghetto siren
Keep my pride
Get in my ride
Twenty-inch rims
I sport a brim
And when my girls
Go to the mall
Around the world
And keep the change
The finest things
We still remain so ooh
You don't even look from across the room
You don't know enough about this world to
Ever get it on with me
Or hang out where I do
You don't even look from across the floor
You don't have game enough any more
Come up on a girl like me
And that's not a possibility cause
You big plastic girl
I'mma big boss man
I like old model cars and big sedans
You like two doors
Frontin' their clothes and Rolls
Or sit on the porch sip something real cold
I like the nine when you up and not O's
I do suits while you prefer the lows
Tonight I'mma choose cause you already chose
Grown for the business and I run to flow
Cause you ain't ghetto enough for me
And you ain't hot enough for me
And you ain't fly enough for me
And you're too tight with your money
Cause you ain't ghetto enough for me
And you ain't hot enough for me
And you ain't fly enough for me
And you're too tight with your money
Check it baby
So ghetto like hot fries
I come from Melvin and resemble
Twenty-twenty with his blood shot eyes, got 32 loads
Went from two O's to 32 loads
Which is enough to buy a Roll
But nobody knows
Stay in my place
Keep my diamonds out of your face
You wanna be with this player
You got play at my pace
I'm slow but I can still come over there from where you're from
If you want some bullshit you better buy you some
You don't even look from across the room
You don't know enough about this world to
Ever get it on with me
Or hang out where I do
You don't even look from across the floor
You don't have game enough any more
Come up on a girl like me
And that's not a possibility cause
Shorty with your booty showin'
Shorty with your gold teeth
Shorty with your long nails
Shorty with your fake hair
Shorty got the attitude all up in the news
To represent the Nineties girl
Doing it oh I need to
I got the back you got the front
That's how we do up in the woods
With the bump on the log, ain't no scrubs over here
I'mma ghetto millionaire, can you see me in the clear?
I'mma keep on serving 'em like I'm supposed to baby
Cause you ain't ghetto enough for me
And you ain't hot enough for me
And you ain't fly enough for me
And you're too tight with your money
Cause you ain't ghetto enough for me
And you ain't hot enough for me
And you ain't fly enough for me
And you're too tight with your money
What it is
(What it ain't)
What it is
(What it ain't)
What it is
(What it ain't)
What it is
(What it ain't)
What it is
(What it ain't)
What it is
(What it ain't)
What it is
(What it ain't)
What it is
(What it ain't)
What it is
(What it ain't)
What it is
(What it ain't)
Uh-huh, yeah, what?
Don't be suffocating my pockets
While I'm recitating these topics
Like where your g's, where your loot?
And you lookin' real dumb when you get the boot
What it is?
My road to me come from some of the hardest of streets
We custom navigate to the club
With some of the hardest of beats
What it ain't
Is you sleeping with all the shit I've been through?
Cause I'mma keep doing all the things that I gots to do
(I'm ghetto) Uh dammit I'll put your ass to work
(I'm ghetto) Comb your nappy hair till it hurts
Oh what I'm saying
Stop using the rope take 'em real off these streets
Or you might hurt your throat
You know you ghetto
When you don't show up at court
For not paying your child support
Are you too bossier for me?
You act like you too good to eat
At Church's, Popeye's, and Arby's
I shop at Walter's Bright Creek
In a mall with Steve and Deke
I hang out at Bankhead
You prefer Buckhead
Your favorite color is hot pink
I love that gangsta red
Cause you ain't ghetto enough for me
And you ain't hot enough for me
And you ain't fly enough for me
And you're too tight with your money
Cause you ain't ghetto enough for me
And you ain't hot enough for me
And you ain't fly enough for me
And you're too tight with your money
Cause you ain't ghetto enough for me
And you ain't hot enough for me
And you ain't fly enough for me
And you're too tight with your money
Cause you ain't ghetto enough for me
And you ain't hot enough for me
And you ain't fly enough for me
And you're too tight with your money
What it is
(What it ain't)
What it is
(What it ain't)
What it is
(What it ain't)
What it is
(What it ain't)
What it is
(What it ain't)
What it is
(What it ain't)
We'll stop here
Yeah, I lost one
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15. _ Parking Love [Break]
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