Sesame Street Goodie Mob

Intro:
1995

[Verse 1: Big Gipp]
Sometimes words are enough to kill over
Thanksgiving didn't give, so what should I hope for?
I keep on looking for job but job seems not to like me
What else? My door's kick off the hinges
Somebody just filled they Christmas list off me and the family
And damn, I just missed them
Felt like I've been raped, a finger's been through my drawers
Always read the clause in between the black
Spent my summers in the country, so I consider myself a Jack
Some left this world by putting bullets in they head
But little Johnnie across the street hung hisself from his bunk-bed
Had to go to court in the mornin'
Nothing hard about it
My little partner was just scared
How scared, Gipp? That scared
Sesame Street

[Verse 2: T-Mo]
When I was BG, used to think I couldn't be hit
None of my homies carried guns, all I had was a stick
Coming out hard was the way from day one
One of the smallest muthafuckers in the crew
But you knew and feel the type of niggas that kill
Be the ones that's out to prove something
To them older niggas 'cause they already know the outcome
What's going down at the party?
So many fine hoes nobody knows why we buck
I guess we up in a rut looking for butt at the same time
Up in the Flame supporting girls up in the game
Out to get a piece of what the system has designed black folks to struggle for
So I bust, so much to deal with
Can't feel what's real from fake
For my sake I stay close to home, so them crackers don't take
And never give back to my hood
In desperate need of change
To this way, so we arrange it to fit me
Growing up on Sesame Street