Intro/Chorus: Cee Lo
 It's a shame  when niggas gon' realise we're the same
 Helpin the enemy win the game
 If you a player  use precision  don't 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 ain't 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 you're true
 your feet can't fit in my shoes, I got red in my eyes
 My old man still don't understand why
 The things I do, the way I think
 A hot spell and death feel, got the chokers for the low-low's
 Specialisin in the greenery
 Code name: Cardwell, so what's 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 can't 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? I'm 19, and best to have seen
 what I already seen
 Life taught me a lot
 That you ain't gotta carry no gun to get shot
 Ain't 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 ain't nothin changed but the seasons
 Them crackers don't 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 ain't 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.....
 It's 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, I'm ready to get a beer, wet, I ???? ????
 I'm 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 wouldn't 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
 It's that G-double O-D-I-E M-O-B to infinity ballin
 Huh, and callin da wild, cos I don't smile
 I keep a grim look and bust a *?poor 6-0 cars?*
 Out in their yard without a strap ain't cool
 You just a son of your daddy and momma without a tool, fool
 No time for weep, incomplete, my story ain't 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
 Don't sleep, you all, in my cabin braggin
 but I can't hear or see see clear
 cos we all on the outside, we're pimpin or homicide
 Already so many resting in peace but I can't sleep til I can believe
 I'm ready to die for my cause
 I'm Good cos I'm true to my blood

 (Khujo)

 I'll blast for my family, don't be mad at me
 Was it because I didn't finish C-O-double L-E-G-E?
 There's only a punk ass army down while you're 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 guv's in the weight room
 Had, so nigga on swole but that was in the days of the old strole
 Now I'm wisin up to the fuck shit, got a new click to run with
 Bays a left at Campbelltown Plaza, *?Foo-ti and C's?* and ol' South
 Oh yeah, I borrow rollerscott tissue when it's 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
 That's why I'm stealin your death right now because
 later on you might leave me hangin
 Is it the noose rhyme on people's necks when already tangin
 tight, from the dank is dye, and now, banger who am I
 to tell you to stop, but don't 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, it's janky
 on edge, it's in the kill
 The beast in you divided who? Me from him?
 You gotta chance but it's slim, it's 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

 It's a shame, when niggas gon' realise we're the same
 You helpin the enemy win the game
 If you a player, use precision, don't make a decision in haste
 You're blood is a terrible thing to waste

 It's a shame, when niggas gon' realise we're the same
 You helpin the enemy win the game
 If you a player, use precision, don't make a decision in haste
 You're blood is a terrible thing to waste
 We all blood.