[Featuring Goodie Mob]

Atlanta: Gateway to the South

Verse 1: Big Gipp

It's a stray man living in these veins man

Suckin on a piece of sugar pain chucking chains

Take the wind out thru

We never wash away the pain so let the stain soak

Who's in the wave? I dids fingertips

carry language computer Ray had Dad removed

Swimsuits with green bags

I'm on the corner with my butt up sellin you product

Women puttin theyself in positions to get cut up

Hook:

Up out'cha guts, fear, up for what?

Nothin but them Goodie

Verse 2: T-Bu

Osmosis, with that thang up under the pillow crush

Caught in the crossfire between Yankees and 49ers

Rivals, but the South remain calm

Neutral but we see blood that make homeboys hate at each other's lives

Over colours and thangs, that they can bring

To the next plain, but the toots in blue, badges

Who are the biggest gangs?

In Babylon, dyin slowly but surely

Malicious drivers with hairpin triggers

On the loose like juice

And white America couldn't stand it

LAPD plannin incriminatin evidence

Jurors under jag order

But we talkin outside the courtrooms

Shootin birds at the judges

Fuck Teks and go and plug us out on racial slurs

Destroyin documents or complaints from black workers

Chorus:

The battles no longer physical, it's from within

You live to die and you die to live again

But you can't win for losing, what sides are you choosin?

Decisions, Decisions to make

Decisions, Decisions to make

Verse 3: Khujo, Cee-Lo

Legalise the dope and make paper

Think it's time to pull another caper

outta my bag of tricks

These niggas ain't recognisin how th