Goodie Mob

Goodie Mob - Cell Therapy

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Young girls thirteen years old
 Expose themselves to any Tom  Dick  and Hank
 Got mo' stretch marks than these hoes
 Hollin they got rank
 See Sega aint in this new world order
 Dem experimenting in Atlanta  Georgia
 United Nations  overseas
 they trained assassins to do search and seize
 Aint knocking or asking
 Dem coming for niggas like me
 Po' white trash  like they
 Tricks like her back in slavery
 Concentration camps lace with gas pipes lines
 Inferno's outdoors like they had back
 When Adolf Hitler was living in 1945
 Listen to me now, believe me
 Later on in the future look it up
 Where they say it? Aint no more Constitution
 In the event of a race war
 Places like operation heartbreak hotel
 Moments tear until air tight vents seat off despair
 Dem say expect no mercy
 Foot you should be my least worries got to deal with
 Where my W-2's, 1099's
 Unmarked black helicopters swoop down
 And try to put missiles in mines

 Who's that peeking in my window
 POW nobody now

 Me and my family moved in our apartment complex
 A gate with the serial code was put up next
 The claim that this community is so drug free
 But it don't look that way to me cause I can see
 The young bloods hanging out at the sto 24/7
 Junkies looking got a hit of the blo it's powerful
 Oh you know what else they tryin to do
 Make a curfew especially for me and you the traces of the new world order
 Time is getting shorter if we don't get prepared
 People it's gone be a slaughter
 My mind won't allow me to not be curious
 My folk don't understand so they don't take it serious
 But every now and then, I wonder
 If the gate was put up to keep crime out or to keep our ass in

 Who's that peeking in my window
 POW nobody now

 Listen up little niggaz I'm talking to you
 About what yo little ass need to be going through
 I fall a victim too and I know I shouldn't smoke so much
 But I do with the crew everybody on the average 'bout 4 or 5
 I'm lucky to be alive at sunrise now I realize the cost
 After I lost my best friend Bean I recognize as a King
 Who am I to tell you to stop smokin
 Now you're open to disease and colds
 And aint 16 years old, this shit has got to stop
 Let's take a walk through detox
 I want outta this hold I'm in a cell under attack
 Loc up folks they in the hood, got an eye on every move
 I make open your face to info you aint know
 Cause it's kept low how the new world plan
 Reeks the planet without the black man

 So what's your angle, try to separate me from the blood
 is disrespect like coming in my home and not
 Wiping your feet on tha rug
 the Citron Absolut has got me bucking no hang with no phony
 lookout for the man with tha mask and the white pony
 On my back are bills staying off my toes always on my heels
 Insane, plain, soldiers coming in the dark by plane
 To enforce the new system by reign
 Tag my skin with your computer chip
 Run your hand over tha scanner to buy you dish now
 No more fishing for your fish
 Kiss tha days of tha old days past ways gone
 Mind blown, conception, protection
 My name on your selections but I caught you coming POW!

 Who's that peeking in my window
 POW nobody now
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: RCA Records

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Released in: 1995

Language: English

Appearing on: Soul Food (1995)

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