[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 th
