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