Goodie Mob - Angelic Wars Lyrics
No ego trippin, just growin oldAll up when Im feelin coldcause pain up on my soul seems to be all I feelWatchin my family fall apart, was all I never wanted to seecause I got love for one anotherId kill for my only brother, even though he might be wrongAt times Im gon do what I got to do to come through every scary momentJust brought us closer which kept us downRemember them days when southwest atlanta wasnt even roundSo out the reds to wet itAnd say they actin brains, relaxinAnd steady stackin and pistol packinAnd trackin is tiredI set it off!I dont be sittin in a trap slangin lil peeweesTell mike, damn Im bout to mess up my re-up moneySee, I used to wear my shoes until I couldnt no moreNow I hit the store, when the lace get oldI wear calhoun jeans cause I dont like calvinI relate to my folksTo make you think this bout my third albumThis supposed to be the times when the moon and the sky turn purpleSo watch this full circleBlack wire touch redRed wire touch blackMe and big slate got this drop wit some gator backsAnd Im thinkin bout how much I makeHe get the rims, I get the system and we leave him the tapesYa know what Im sayinWho gives a damn about catchin a chargeIts been a while since I seen my boysOne time for my potnas who got out todayBack on the grind, did that time, got that hide-awayOkay (thats right)I just got to sayTwo times for the crook who just got awayIt done got so quiet now, I can here a rat pissOn cotton, one apple sport the wholeBarrel rottenWhat it mean when you see the sun and the moon shininAt the same timeThis gods way, you dug your own graveThe righteous path was laidBut you chose to go astrayAy, out the war shitWakin up in a cold sweatThrough the same ol skitGenocide>from the inside, look a pitYou lie, never killed nobodyLets take it to the ol schoolNo you cantHands shakin like a dog shittin fish hooksDont stareCant help the crooked lookIt came with the faceI used to steal from my folksBut now Im straightWent through the neighborhood rats pockets booksOohYou missin somethin of valueWe have you, got youJumpin, dumb *****, you gets nothinNobody knows the trouble I have seenMy homeboy md write me from the ?24-7, hell or heaven, it aint no tellinWill it be mo sunshine for the due time felonThey gave him 10, do 3, self year, probationLaw leaders not, unto no temptationYall know how it beYou make a monkey move, lay yourself on the streetYoull understand meThey dont care nuttin bout youIn that cold cellCant do nuttin but take what them folk give meIm dead seriousThem folk givin away timeJust to show us the good lord keep lettin the sun shineOne time for them niggas who got out todayAnd my folks on stokes? ? just westward on olympian wayUh-huhAnd I just got to sayTwo times for the crook who just got awayUh-huh.. believe that..Uh-huh.. believe that..
