Blood

Lock the doors.....!!!!

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 fuck, 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 shit but you label me the OutKast

So even if I was to blast on your punk ass

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 carsOut 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 motherfucker 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 ass 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 nigga on swole but that was in the days of the old strole

Now I'm wisin up to the fuck shit, got a new click to run with

Bays a left at Campbelltown Plaza, ?Foo-ti and C'sand 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

witta pocket full of rocks that icey

Creole, you talkin to me? Ettering bastard, put it down on paper

I put a thermal couple of two on 'burnt out on capers'

Everytime the rubber buck, it was like plus-fools hit from a potented salt

Scab A-rab, many hoes suckin on your nuts

That's why I'm stealin your death right now because

later on you might leave me hangin

Is it the noose rhyme on people's necks when already tangin

tight, from the dank is dye, and now, banger who am I

to tell you to stop, but don't be bringin that nonsense

in these hills, brass bop Benz in my grill

All the way, Confederate man you thought it was fuck You ladies are real ready, it's janky

on edge, it's in the kill

The beast in you divided who? Me from him?

You gotta chance but it's slim, it's slim

Just walked out the door but yet and still

You want some ole 9-7-6 gab, slab by slab

Broke my community down to its knees

Deep burgundy, haemmorage and internally....

B-L-O-O-D.....

Hmm, yeah, uhh

It's a shame, when niggas gon' realise we're the same

You helpin the enemy win the game

If you a player, use precision, don't make a decision in haste

You're blood is a terrible thing to waste

It's a shame, when niggas gon' realise we're the same

You helpin the enemy win the game

If you a player, use precision, don't make a decision in haste

You're blood is a terrible thing to waste

We all blood.....