Lyrics:
I guess they front, that's why I know my life is out of luck, fool
They been spending most their lives
Livin' in a gangsta's paradise
They been
Pain in my heart carry burdens full of struggle
Why God, why God do I gotta bleed?
Every stone thrown at you restin' at my feet
Why God, why God do I
Doowutchyalike
Ooh, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh
Yo, doowutchyalike, you know what I'm sayin'?
Ooh, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh
Whatever
Yo
Yo, Drew and Inf', did this, this right here is crazy
I feel big, you know what I mean?
Like not-not big in the sense of weight, you know what
like they do in Texas
Please - 1, 2, 3!
Fold 'em, let 'em hit me, raise it baby -
Stay with me love game intuition
Play the cards with spades to start
as Samaritans, what do we get us in?
We better check ourselves, look at how shit has been
Take a look where you live, this is America (shh)
And we are Americans
I was born to be of service
Basic training felt like home
I had honor, I found purpose
Sir, yes, sir, that's what I know
They sent us to a place
only waiting for you
I've been living by myself I do not want for someone else
At least that's what I like to say
And it was working till the other
You're just a clone of them
Have you no way to set a fire
You're just a clone of them
The devil's in the ways we live
It's all chemicals by
the bus
Mama, she's home in the window, waitin' up for us
She'll be there in that chair when they wrestle her upstairs
'Cause you know we ain't gonna
don't even know what they're dying for
We can't trust you when you take a stand
With a gun and bible in your hand
And the cold expression on your face
SouthWest GA warriors
To come in packs, to feed, taking what we need
To succeed, you know what we gon' do, on this road
We gon' explode, now are you ready
they can`t refuse
One crime baby I can`t forgive
The kind that hurts where I live
I`m a nice guy I try to wait and see
If you`ll get caught or go
no body know your name
But looking like you do could be famous
I could see us makin' waves
From the back of the club
To a bed in the shade
Now I don't
(alright, here we go)
Be careful of what you do
Be careful of what you say (that's right)
Or it'll be off with your head, off with your head (out of my
SouthWest GA warriors
To come in packs, to feed, taking what we need
To succeed, you know what we gon' do, on this road
We gon' explode, now are you ready
stories are stale
And though you pretend to stand by us
I know you're certain we'll fail
Well, I've seen your eyes as they fix on me
Full of confusion
a fuck where you lay at
Nigga, it's time to slay these bitch-made niggas!
They ain't even knowing what type of niggas we is
Where my thugs at? Bone
The better part, the human heart
You love 'em or dissect 'em
Happiness or flashiness?
How do you serve the question?
See, in the perfect world, I would be
"Good God Almighty, like back in the old days
You know, years ago they had the A&R men to tell you what to play
How to play it and you know whether
don't need you, sorry
You know you need me
And the Abstract rapper says
I want chicken, and orange juice, that's what's on my rider
And my
this great time
Be on minimum wage, life is a prison escape that I'm in
It's all to do with timing not the label that you sign with
Then my mates are
Mean I can still be the man if the dam breaks
And when the man brakes I'm reflectious, what they can't face
My peers will still treat the mirror like
they still feel us
It's real business, y'all ain't caught the concept (bitch)
You're talking nonsense to walking bomb threats
Contacts was blown by
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