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[Talking:] The feeling of being 12 years old and waking up in the middle of the night and somebody in yo room. Yo heart starts beating so fast you can hear it pumping. The veins in yo temple pulsate as you stare at the intruder. Then after a few minutes you realize he aint moving. So finally you let em hang and turn on the light and the killer turns into yo coat throwed over the chair.
The feeling of sitting at the red light early in the morning and two or three motherfuckers cross the street. Yo senses heighten, reflexes sharpen visions enhanced adrenaline flows as they rush across the street you leave the print from the heater grip in yo palm then yo heart rate and breathing drag back to normal as you realize these niggas just goin to the store.
Many of us mistake Phobia for true fear. Whereas fear is a gift from God to be used for self-preservation. Phobia are obstacles strategically placed in society by opposers of positive existence. Through stereotyping, innuendo, false documentation, and glorification theyll turn your fear switch to a permanent on. We can change this by changing the small truth within the lie. Death is a small price to pay for respect. Death is a small price to pay for respect. You know who it is. You know what it is. Peace out.
[Verse 1: Andre]
In these troublin times a nigga like me be thinkin of rhymes that makes my quarters nickels plus my pennies and my dimes stack Dont be lookin for trouble it be finding me Try turning the other cheek I understand but never mind that Yes Sir guess the light is getting dim at the end of the tunnel tried to hit me for my rims I never thought thirty spokes could attract too much attention I gotta protect my own therefore Im heated just like a kitchen full of pots and pan Glocks in hand Shots rung out like ringin the bells and then that sucker nigga ran Damn, I never thought that it would come to this conclusion the folks that throwed us on them boats should be the ones Im losin but naw we dont see it that way in 94 this is the real no time for play play betta believe the playas on the loot need to get they head screwed on tight when it really get down to the nitty grit who gone fight pipe down cause aint no better time to crank it up than right now we gots to see rump crum down here and I dont hear nobody disagreein Orga-no-i-z-e-Mr. D.J. and me and Big Boi
[Chorus]
So dont spend yo whole life livin it for the white You got a 9 to 5 and now you choose to live it right You takin yo ass to the Army cause you scared of Revolution Im writing everyday to stop that brain pollution I got a baby on the way that stress is in my chest Im 18 years of age and black so I can picture less Im smokin and drinkin eryday So play your fuckin job educated and black I will resort to rob
[Verse 2: Big Boi]
See why in the muthafuck do niggas be acting up Do they want me to grab my shit and lettin that pistol go ruck See I be gettin stuck and stuff havin to knock a nigga out about my clout Thats not what its about see yes indeed I got that weed like Daddy Q be havin them ounces That nigga the B-I-G be chokin em out and then I bounces I got that lyrical flow to make a hoe pull up her skirt I drunk that herk %26 jerk boi thinkin of future things to work on I got my fuck on and then I took my clothes off Washed my nuts up in the sink and then I got more nuts off Cough its time to be out see bein a pimp is bein a pimp Im dirtier than the shit on the back of a shrimp Now aint that foul the way a nigga can spit that style My nigga I spit it I did it Now suckas need to quit it Cause its real
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Big Boi]
Well its that nigga that be wearing Nautica V-necks and Polo sweats I got some food up in yo thoughts and that cess off in yo chest See livin up in the dungeon where we stayed in 93 see that nigga the B-I-G B-O-I that be me and when we rock it Niggas be jocking just like ? you snitch I fucked yo bitch See and my niggas Gd that hoe on the South side of Camelton Road No slippin in this pimpin she was just a horny toad See Im a mystery like the killing of Michael Jordans father Was steadily packin the hoes when I worked at Foot Locker Im gettin higher than learning smokin em up and then burning East Point is on the map and now my clothes is hurtin
[Andre:]
Now shit done got boring ass molin when excess closed down but niggaz kept sewin shearin stirrin bein the pharm assistant that missed of the folks but some people tend to joke about this but its really dead spirits You can bet my lyrics now ya wonder why that we done stopped and got serious Wantin to know where Im from and where I need to be Now that I know comfortable living give me meat Can I get back ya wonder why we split back lure us into pitch black dark but I sit back and spark another one to leave ya discombobulated in that dust livin in a world where in nobody do you trust Then hush never became a major trade but us in major trouble cause we made a too many mistakes off in the past Thinkin you could make it this world and now we laugh cause its all faults [Chorus starts here] either way ya go ya gotta pay the cost of the mic wind
[Chorus repeat] [last line is changed to:] Im hangin with the G-O-O-D-I-E Mob Nigga yeah
Takin you a lil higher knowwhatImsayin when you learnin when you burnin up that smoke so you can choke on my quotes and get my * down yo throat you just dont understand youknowwhatImsayin Organized Noize for 95 Bitch!
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