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 they usin us to get rich
 Niggas dyin and shit
 I putta, broke my back for the *?scress?*
 That's what I did when I was a kid
 Always had the thought of doin a bid
 In the back of my mind, a life of crime
 was the last resort, I knew that goin to court drama wasn't likely
 I nicked scrimis like a chemist
 Cookin up a pan like the Witch Doctor
 Stroll beside cha like a thousand volts
 Over the edge pf the Hope with the CIA sellin coke
 To make them bloat, float up the river Key Louie
 Liquor sipper as I strategise a plan to infiltrate the crooked
 new, what?, ways to live a life
 Who we got to fight?
 Kid, it bite, are you dyin tonight?
 Relentless realism regardless represents
 South West goes out, possess the manifest that's heaven sent
 What's said is meant to the fullest extent
 No nonsense because my conscience wouldn't be content
 But just a little wealth, a little fame
 But your mind-frame will keep you living the same
 And it's a shame that niggas would settle with the ghetto
 Huh, hoes have some clothes that ain't makin what you suppose
 Let your eyes close to what your contract shows
 and fine print, they gotta get back every cent you spent
 You content cuz, you do what everybody does
 The industry that change you from the person you was
 Knee-deep in the struggle
 Two part-time jobs to juggle
 Gotta lady and a c that you can't hardly feed
 Any day your life could end so you depend
 on the reciting and the writing when you got the spare time to spend
 To keep you stable, hopin one day you'll be able
 To be a commodity on somebody's record label
 Got your chance, twenty thousand dollar advance
 and a car and all of a sudden you a star at the bar
 ballin, callin the waiter to bring one of they finest wines
 Then you started snortin lines, your life defines
 the misconception of stayin down
 You can't be influenced by everybody you hang round
 You shoulda been more appreciative
 of the life that you were blessed to live
 A hundred percent is what you got to give
 Cos ain't no tellin, yo' bullshit start smellin
 And you wonder why your record ain't sellin
 no more, endin up with no dough
 and no respect back in the projects
 and building 23, right next door to me, heheheh
 Chorus
 Hook