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Song title: Goodie Mob - Blood

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

Intro/chorus: cee-lo

Its a shame, when niggas gon realise were the same
Helpin the enemy win the game
If you a player, use precision, dont make a decision in haste
Blood is a terrible thing to waste

(big gipp)

In my flip-flops and socks, I walk blocks confused
Cos my nose aint 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 youre true
Your feet cant fit in my shoes, I got red in my eyes
My old man still dont understand why
The things I do, the way I think
A hot spell and death feel, got the chokers for the low-lows
Specialisin in the greenery
Code name: cardwell, so whats 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 cant find none of the goodie in the veins
Of the atl, try the wood or the trail

(cee-lo)

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? Im 19, and best to have seen
What I already seen
Life taught me a lot
That you aint gotta carry no gun to get shot
Aint 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 aint nothin changed but the seasons
Them crackers dont 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 aint 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.....
Its in the blood

(t-bu)

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, Im ready to get a beer, wet, I ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
Im 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 wouldnt 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
Its that g-double o-d-i-e m-o-b to infinity ballin
Huh, and callin da wild, cos I dont smile
I keep a grim look and bust a *? poor 6-0 cars? *
Out in their yard without a strap aint cool
You just a son of your daddy and momma without a tool, fool
No time for weep, incomplete, my story aint 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
Dont sleep, you all, in my cabin braggin
But I cant hear or see see clear
Cos we all on the outside, were pimpin or homicide
Already so many resting in peace but I cant sleep til I can believe
Im ready to die for my cause
Im good cos Im true to my blood

(khujo)

Ill blast for my family, dont be mad at me
Was it because I didnt finish c-o-double l-e-g-e?
Theres only a punk ass army down while youre 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 guvs in the weight room
Had, so nigga on swole but that was in the days of the old strole
Now Im wisin up to the fuck shit, got a new click to run with
Bays a left at campbelltown plaza, *? foo-ti and cs? * and ol south
Oh yeah, I borrow rollerscott tissue when its 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
Thats why Im stealin your death right now because
Later on you might leave me hangin
Is it the noose rhyme on peoples necks when already tangin
Tight, from the dank is dye, and now, banger who am i
To tell you to stop, but dont 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, its janky
On edge, its in the kill
The beast in you divided who? me from him?
You gotta chance but its slim, its 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

Outro/chorus: cee-lo

Its a shame, when niggas gon realise were the same
You helpin the enemy win the game
If you a player, use precision, dont make a decision in haste
Youre blood is a terrible thing to waste

Its a shame, when niggas gon realise were the same
You helpin the enemy win the game
If you a player, use precision, dont make a decision in haste
Youre blood is a terrible thing to waste
We all blood.....