Goodie Mob

Goodie Mob - Angelic Wars lyrics

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No ego trippin', just growin' old

All up when I'm feelin' cold

'Cause pain up on my soul seems to be all I feel

Watchin' my family fall apart, was all I never wanted to see

'Cause I got love for one another

I'd kill for my only brother, even though he might be wrong

At times I'm gon' do what I got to do to come through every scary moment

Just brought us closer which kept us down

Remember them days when southwest Atlanta wasn't even 'round

So out the reds to wet it

And say they actin' brains, relaxin'

And steady stackin' and pistol packin'

And trackin' is tired

I set it off!

I don't be sittin' in a trap slangin' lil' peewees

Tell Mike, "Damn I'm 'bout to mess up my re-up money"

See, I used to wear my shoes until I couldn't no more

Now I hit the store, when the lace get old

I wear Calhoun jeans 'cause I don't like Calvin

I relate to my folks

To make you think this 'bout my third album

This supposed to be the times when the moon and the sky turn purple

So watch this full circle

Black wire touch red

Red wire touch black

Me and Big Slate got this drop wit some gator backs

And I'm thinkin' 'bout how much I make

He get the rims, I get the system and we leave him the tapes

Ya know what I'm sayin'

Who gives a damn about catchin' a charge

It's been a while since I seen my boys

One time for my potnas who got out today

Back on the grind, did that time, got that hide-away

Okay (that's right)

I just got to say

Two times for the crook who just got away

It done got so quiet now, I can here a rat piss

On cotton, one apple sport the whole

Barrel rotten

What it mean when you see the sun and the moon shinin'

At the same time

This God's way, you dug your own grave

The righteous path was laid

But you chose to go astray

Ay, out the war shit

Wakin' up in a cold sweat

Through the same ol' skit

Genocide

>From the inside, look a pit

You lie, never killed nobody

Let's take it to the ol' school

No you can't

Hands shakin' like a dog shittin' fish hooks

Don't stare

Can't help the crooked look

It came with the face

I used to steal from my folks

But now I'm straight

Went through the neighborhood rat's pockets books

Ooh

You missin' somethin' of value

We have you, got you

Jumpin', dumb bitch, you gets nothin'

Nobody knows the trouble I have seen

My homeboy MD write me from the ?

24-7, hell or Heaven, it ain't no tellin'

Will it be mo' sunshine for the due time felon

They gave him 10, do 3, self year, probation

Law leaders not, unto no temptation

Yall know how it be

You make a monkey move, lay yourself on the street

You'll understand me

They don't care nuttin' 'bout you

In that cold cell

Can't do nuttin' but take what them folk give me

I'm dead serious

Them folk givin' away time

Just to show us the good Lord keep lettin' the sun shine

One time for them niggas who got out today

And my folks on stokes

?? just westward on Olympian Way

Uh-huh

And I just got to say

Two times for the crook who just got away

"Uh-huh.. Believe that.."

"Uh-huh.. Believe that.."

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