Goodie Mob

Goodie Mob - I Refuse Limitation

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One time
 Uh for these freaky hoes I lust
 But I'm still flickin ashes a lot of other motherfuckers snort dust
 But that's they thang
 A lot of us fall victim somehow
 But that's that game
 Won't try to explain
 From books to bricks
 Now I see crooks and tricks
 Caught up in the mix
 Of everyday in every way but the right
 I control the substance my people fiend for at night
 Lord knows I do wrong
 Sound like the same old song
 A lot of niggas singing
 Homeboys conceal your weapons
 Cuz ain't gon be no smokin session in heaven
 No more be buckin yo luck
 Seven eleven on the first roll
 Don't let the streets rock and roll yo soul
 Swats GA by way of Cascade Heights
 Gunshots roadblocks sidewalks and ice

 Sold me out for 3.5 grams of neighborhood clout
 Now what the fucks we bout
 I'm back home from the bullshit
 Puttin in work
 Meanwhile others dug ditches and covered themselves in dirt
 One squirt
 And you locked down forever
 Can't run from reality
 Lurking you closer and closer away
 To the same old traps
 Now you never learn from your mistakes
 So now you wear this ass whoopin wit pride
 What side you on?
 It wasn't no I in team
 Only in your dreams
 Saturated with schemes
 Yea you right, God gon deal wit ya
 Fallin from his grace
 Rookie cop moves cause shifty game
 And 30 days I'm blessed in the hole
 But that's till I go to the state federal
 Yea I could did my time standin on one foot
 But see I fucked up royally
 Thought I was slick
 Them herpes-havin ass crackers changed my big check to six
 Times wit Dean Whitaker's sermon of the day
 But when I go to sleep I don't dream no more I just lay
 A wise man knows his limitations
 Concrete, concrete like Greg Street

 Sufferin from a severe case of inner-city blues
 I ain't got no clues to which directions I need to choose
 This opportunity to gain is all I got to lose
 Cuz I just can't settle for these streets shawty I refuse

 That's the shit I like
 Lord got the door
 Shot down to the pavement
 Remove yo hat under the ceiling
 Of this building
 A rebuff from the usher of sorts
 Because ????
 Most strive for the diamonds and overlook the gems
 Got skimp wit yo bags
 Boulders become shoulders to depend on
 Which way to explore
 Reform, refrain, we ????
 Every thought you walk through the trails is hell
 Airborne for ????
 Clone me
 Replace me wit me
 Another nation inside a nation
 Out the land of Scots
 Suction cups to test tube
 Layer of skin
 Supply the crust
 And we'll mix the fruit
 Gunshows supplied me in the hour of need
 Watch em bleed
 Aryan nation be the dealer
 Now who's the killer
 Yup yup that's the shit I like
 That's the shit I like

 Uh puttin forth the effort to make a change
 Not doin a lot of talkin bout it what's yo game?
 You slippin you can't never do that
 That's when you get jacked
 For yo life over emotions runnin wild
 Like salamanders swimmin in southwest creeks
 Feelin incomplete
 Another story
 Livin ????
 Value lost - it wasn't worth it look what it costed
 Yo life young nigga
 Didn't go out without a fight behind the gun trigger
 Better think fast or get swept off yo feet
 Nigga it hurts to see these drugs deteriorate
 The minds of knuckleheads that want to be base heads
 Don't say I didn't tell you cuz you gon see in the future
 I hope I don't have to shoot you
 If you switch
 Went from hardcore to beggin like a bitch
 Revolutions good to bad
 Hoods to rags real niggas to fags
 What's the news?
 But I refuse to lose


 Well I woke up this mornin with the same frustration from situations like these
 Got a call about some work from one of them temporary agencies
 No high school diploma or any college degrees
 I can't enlist but they'll draft me if there's a war overseas
 Oh please
 Of course I can slice some OZs
 But see I'm one of those aspirin MCs
 And uh bills are due so at times I'm doubtful and everyone disagrees
 But I'd rather struggle on my feet than to live on my knees
 So my uniform tight workin all night at Mickey D's
 Got about 90 dollars and some change after the government
 get they fees
 These minimum wages ain't enough to feed my babies
 Purposely these limitations on black folks opportunities
 So I quit cuz I'm tired of being one of those overworked
 underpaid employees
 Stop carin at all went on and did a few small burglaries
 It seems like my face done turned into forgotten memories
 And I ain't gettin away with nothing because I know he always sees
 But see right now I need to see how I can get this here dope sold
 I done stuffed in my pocket as many rocks as it can hold
 They gon get high so I'ma get my money even though it's freezin cold
 Now how many times you done heard this story told?
 Believe it or not, it's some very intelligent junkies
 But dependencies is eatin away at they souls like disease
 Anyone can turn into somebody who covets and envies
 Unequal economics can easily make you some enemies
 And the crime rate never drops to the cops ride around in threes
 I knew he would have killed me if I did anything but freeze
 They found the rest of the dope in some nearby shrubberies
 In a dimlit room being questioned by these authorities
 And they gave me some time in correctional facilities
 And now my woman's gotta take on a man's responsibilities
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: LaFace Records


Released in: 1998

Language: English

Appearing on: Still Standing (1998)

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