[Big Gipp]

We fixin' run this shit

We fixin' to put our own shit out



[Verse 1: Big Gipp]

From A-Town, so I'ma put up my hood

You pay for what chu' get, determines whether you chief ridin'

Live, keep good

If a job don't find you, struggle usually will

Mostly attracted at this skill, makin' you feel

Ugly inside, huh, and the feel pretty about my lifestyle

Cause I get mine, apartment complex and services since I was a child

So it ain't shit for me to clamp down on my hearts

Uh, try Mr. Ed, throwin' bow in the middle where niggas don't dance

All they do is scrap

I signed the club and back of niggas trucks

Master told ya how it get, I sell more drug fire

Run away slave and challenges growin' up

Ya shit's shaved and bathed

Hit the stage and split it four ways

Then after they end up in state

You be so raged like you can't really get Scarface

Rap-A-Lot slashed away

But don't be too star struck to realize

What's being done to you on a regular basis

Plus it's never been education

Still workin' for the white man

Still got em' pissed off in this custom

Shave yo head, trim yo bill

And don't forget to get real

Watch you grill, some wounds never heal

So we erasin' motivated hate crimes



[Chorus: Cee-Lo]

Yeah, well I'm a truth nigga

Not a brand new nigga

A do what I gotta do nigga

A just like you nigga

A just tryin' to make it through nigga

Like I should nigga, hood nigga

I'm a good nigga

Yeah, well I'm a truth nigga

Not a brand new nigga

A do what I gotta do nigga

A just like you nigga

A just tryin' to make it through nigga

Like I should nigga, hood nigga

I'm a good nigga



[Verse 2: Khujo]

It's the A-Town slum all up in the mic

Need to ride the Converse, switch it up with the Nike

Smokin' Wayne reds and them o-r blunts

Candy apple Lac with the rght on the trunk

Somewhere, some fell man soft and hard

Always would chase paper to stop my heart

Wasn't on anything that ain't me, trust this

To my cousin, set free I'ma drop this

I got shit that'll go through walls

And when I click, it ain't no laws

We get buck, crunk from here to Houston

Rockin' straw hats, drinkin' outta big jars

Swirvin' into big ships scopin' out the next way to get paid

Gotta a phone call from Lil' J



[Cee-Lo & Khujo]

OK we on the way y'all (OK we on the way homeboy)

OK we on the way y'all (OK we on the way homeboy)



[Chorus]



[Verse 3: Cee-Lo]

Well I don't wanna take too much of ya time

But cha' now how I get when I start to rhyme

Come on, something gets in him and he starts talking the talk

Get up in yo mind and provokin' the thought

OK I teach the day, yesterday for the day we died

Everyday like everything is OK

They good, they down for they pride, they down for they side

They down for they ride, they always try, they die

Niggas ain't real when they rappin'

So I put my crackin' to casual cappin'

Statistics waitin' to happen

Oh, and let me tell ya what's next

I'm used to braggin' macho, be gettin' Rolex

They gonna take ya baby mama welfare check

Cause I'ma for real, up in the projects

And what they say, realize the blow

Shake that thang cause you can't make money no mo'

We searchin' but we ain't got no strategies that fold

Ya gon' lose when the pack is on roll, for sho'

Oh and it's on but do what cha' what cha' want

I just want it to be known, and I'm gone

Fuckin' with the 5th Ward and the 4th it's on



[Chorus]



[Verse 4: T-Mo]

Misunderstood is a good nigga goin' un-reported

Coke be goin' sold next homicides, drive by's (Da, da, da)

At my spot, at the angel spot so hot

That we don't even see y'all passin' us by

Leavin' although we exhibit the pain

So much pain for a young, ready to gun nigga

Watch out for the day, thinkin' bout the

Dirty past, with the future bout to bust you in ya face

You didn't know that Ghetto Boys and Goodie Mob was in the place

We workin' on a punk ass nigga

That thought this motherfuckin' shit was flirt

Bad niggas work and I'ma work

And give me love when we hit the scene

Ya know what I mean



[Chorus]