[Verse 1: T-Mo]
My old boy from the Point but I'm from Southwest
And every now and then I get put to the test
But I can't be stopped 'cause I gotta come true
Ain't got no gun, but I got my crew
Didn't come for no beef 'cause I don't eat steak
I got a plate of soul food, chicken, rice and gravy
Not covered in too much, drinking a cup of punch
Tropical every last Thursday of the month
[Verse 2: Big Gipp]
Daddy put tha hot grits on my chest in the morning
When I was sick, Mary had the hot soup boiling
Didn't know why, but it felt so good
Like some waffles in the morning headed back to the woods
Now I'm full as tick, got some soul on blast in the cassette
Food for my brain and haven't stopped learning yet
Hot wings from MoJo's got my forehead sweatin'
Celery and blue cheese on my menu next
[Verse 3: Khujo Goodie]
Southern fry won't allow my body to lie still
Tired face goons surround me like cancer drill
Me with second-hand obstacles
But, only to make matters worse
Plus I'm getting pimped by this temp in a jacket
From Optima staffing niggas, laughing
Shut up, clown, don't talk to me like that
Look at 'em stupid of course, living day by day
And you ain't hard, trick — hell you say?
My old boy from the Point but I'm from Southwest
And every now and then I get put to the test
But I can't be stopped 'cause I gotta come true
Ain't got no gun, but I got my crew
Didn't come for no beef 'cause I don't eat steak
I got a plate of soul food, chicken, rice and gravy
Not covered in too much, drinking a cup of punch
Tropical every last Thursday of the month
[Verse 2: Big Gipp]
Daddy put tha hot grits on my chest in the morning
When I was sick, Mary had the hot soup boiling
Didn't know why, but it felt so good
Like some waffles in the morning headed back to the woods
Now I'm full as tick, got some soul on blast in the cassette
Food for my brain and haven't stopped learning yet
Hot wings from MoJo's got my forehead sweatin'
Celery and blue cheese on my menu next
[Verse 3: Khujo Goodie]
Southern fry won't allow my body to lie still
Tired face goons surround me like cancer drill
Me with second-hand obstacles
But, only to make matters worse
Plus I'm getting pimped by this temp in a jacket
From Optima staffing niggas, laughing
Shut up, clown, don't talk to me like that
Look at 'em stupid of course, living day by day
And you ain't hard, trick — hell you say?
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