Blood (Explicit) - Goodie Mob/Big Rube It's a shame when niggas gon' realise we're the same Helpin the enemy win the game If you a player use precision don't make a decision in haste Blood is a terrible thing to waste In my flip-flops and socks I walk blocks confused Cos my nose ain't right my sight blind Smoke need somethin from my toke More than half my folk vying for the juice of cooked goose In the city of disgust nuttin new blew in But almost left your bed yet I said My mind back home I roam the path in the trees I give my ankles in the mud for my blood what happened was Something for the ill-minded even though you're true Your feet can't fit in my shoes I got red in my eyes My old man still don't understand why The things I do the way I think A hot spell and death feel got the chokers for the low-low's Specialisin in the greenery Code name: Cardwell so what's real I still float the sidewalks of Abbotsville Consume smoke with my folks on the low-lean Blew Dixie Hill to get a little more pote' And if ya can't find none of the Goodie in the veins Of the ATL try the wood or the trail I try to make sense outta nonsense each and every day I got to cos things is kinda crazy round the way Each word that I say may cut you like a knife And totally influence and change somebody life Who me I'm 19 and best to have seen What I already seen Life taught me a lot That you ain't gotta carry no gun to get shot Ain't gotta be no jacker for offense from the high A liquor store on every corner that you walk by I watch my niggas die for no reasons In my neighbourhood ain't nothin changed but the seasons Them crackers don't give a f**k then again why should they They evil from their head to they toes so how could they You could say the biggest problem in the black Community is lack of unity I love you but I ain't gon' let you pray for me So if you must shed blood so be it The end is comin I can see it Yeah the end is comin I can see it It's in the blood Me look at myself and say "Damn " I use to rock Cascade at night and East bound But now I sit back and take a pull Take out my pin I'm ready to get a beer wet I I'm ready to pay my dues fool Why choose to trump me I never did sh*t but you label me the OutKast So even if I was to blast on your punk a** It wouldn't change my opinion of a customer That I was to serve like a bird over on the South West side And this side better be rollin thick It's that G-double O-D-I-E M-O-B to infinity ballin Huh and callin da wild cos I don't smile I keep a grim look and bust a * poor 6-0 cars * Out in their yard without a strap ain't cool You just a son of your daddy and momma without a tool fool No time for weep incomplete My story ain't told to glorify no glory I lost my sister age nine doin a crime for a hustle So she died lookin for that muscle You wonder why I acts how I do quiet-type So I might strike any minute fool Step into Zone 3 see South West Atlanta up in this motherf**ker deep Don't sleep you all in my cabin braggin But I can't hear or see see clear Cos we all on the outside we're pimpin or homicide Already so many resting in peace But I can't sleep til I can believe I'm ready to die for my cause I'm Good cos I'm true to my blood I'll blast for my family don't be mad at me Was it because I didn't finish C-O-double L-E-G-E There's only a punk a** army down while you're harassin me Stop takin me thru episode after episode The reason why I is to keep on punching holes In the wall I had dreams I played ball Wit the pros I pop punts and field goals Droppin them fat guv's in the weight room Had so ni**a on swole but that was In the days of the old strole Now I'm wisin up to the f**k sh*t Got a new click to run with Bays a left at Campbelltown Plaza * Foo-ti and C's * and ol' South Oh yeah I borrow rollerscott tissue when it's sun And paper Completes my grocery list proceded to my ol' bird In the kitchen cookin chitlins Pre-setting the eggs the fish the grits that hit the spot But this morning I had to punch the clock Whether it be sittin off in the hills of Dixie 404

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