Decisions, Decisions (feat. Goodie Mob)

Atlanta: Gateway to the South
 It's a strain man, living in these veins man
 Suckin on a piece of sugar cane, jerk the chain
 Take the ween out the throat
 We never wash away the pain, so let the stain soak
 What's the new wave, I dips fingertips
 carry language, computer ray half dead removed
 Swimsuits with green bags
 I'm on the corner with my butt up, sellin new product
 Women puttin theyself in positions to get cut up
 Up out'cha guts, fear up for what?
 Nothin but them Goodie
 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 planted incriminatin evidence
 Jurors under gag order
 But we talkin outside the courtrooms
 Shootin birds at the judges
 Fuck Tex and co with plug us out on racial slurs
 Destroyin documents of complaints from black workers
 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
 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 stress
 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
 An extremist, like a chemist
 Cookin up a pan like a witch doctor
 Stroll beside cha like a thousand volts
 Over the edge of the hope with the CIA sellin coke
 To make their bloat vote up the river King Louie
 Liquor sipper as I strategise a plan to infiltrate the crooked
 new world ways to live a life
 who we got to fight
 To get it right, are you down nigga?
 The 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
 For 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 and some clothes that ain't makin what you suppose
 Cause your eyes close to what your contract shows
 in fine print, they gotta get back every cent you spent
 You content cuz, you do what everybody does
 The industry don't change you from the person you was
 Knee-deep in the struggle
 Two part-time jobs to juggle
 Gotta lady and a seed 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, your 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
 in building 23, right next door to me, hehehehheheh