Decisions, Decisions Soul Assassins (Ft. Goodie Mob)

Atlanta: Gateway to the South

[Verse 1: Big Gipp]
It's a strain, mayne, living in these veins, mayne
Sucking on a piece of sugar cane, jerking chain
Take the wind out the throat
We never wash away the pain, so let the stain soak
Who's in the wave? Ideas, fingertips carry language
Computer read, have dead remove swimsuits for greenbacks
I'm on the corner with my butt up, sellin' new product
Women puttin' theyself in positions to get cut up

[Interlude]
Up out'cha guts, fear, up for what?
Nothin' but them Goodie

[Verse 2: Khujo]
Osmosis, with that thang up under the pillow crush
Caught in the crossfire between Yankees and 49ers
Rivals, but the South remain calm
Neutral, when we said 'blood,' that meant homeboys ended each other's lives
Over colors and thangs, that they can bring
To the next plain, but the toots in blue, badges
Who are the biggest gangs?
In Babylon, dying slowly but surely
Malicious drivers with hairpin triggers
On the loose like Juice
And white America couldn't stand it
LAPD planted, incriminating evidence
Jurors under gag order
But we talking outside the courtrooms
Shooting birds at the judges
Fuck Texaco employees shouting racial slurs
Destroying documents of complaints from black workers