Decatur Psalm Lyrics - Big Gipp

I call the crib they say "Breeze you ain't know?" 

I say "What?" "Big Time got popped in his Benzo!" 

I said "Damn man, I'm riding in his Lexus 

I'm bout to dump this nigga's shit in New Dimensions 

Get to the crib so I can call Big Slate up 

And tell em the money man done slipped and got his throat cut 

And everything that we took from the warehouse 

I heard somebody talking 'bout it at the White House 

Man I thought you said that this job was for me and you 

I ain't know that Bill Clampett wanted some too 

You tell his folks that I'm sorry bout that Lexus 

I'm 'bout to dip and see my sister up in nah! 

Can't even tell you where I put my extra playa card 

Cause them Red Dog police know we homeboys 

Just tell everybody who owe us a dime 

It's the "great ho round up yo money" time 

I got to have mine, then I'm outta here! 

Take a loss, come back up just like Coco Grier 

Ain't got to worry bout yo' partner getting caught like a lame 

It won't be over til that big girl from Decatur sang" 

(It won't be over till that big girl from Decatur sang! 

East Point police don't know a damn thang) 

Yeah, it won't be over, check this out 

Can you see what I be hearing talking to spirits when I sleep 

Peep this out real quick Slick, we gets on this beat and speak 

About that pimp shit, that walk with dat limp shit, that hemp shit 

Looking up in your face I see a coward and a dimwit 

Looking to run up in my private home just like you was the folks 

Serving a warrant to a baby daddy, who didn't come to court 

On a Tuesday, April Fool's Day, don't get caught slipping 

Leaving the keys off in the ignition, making me guilty by suspicion 

Penny pinchers trying to stack for ninety-six 

Buying another Fleetwood, Diamond took it, so know we's in the mix 

I need to take my ass to the crib and drop the baby off 

Cause them niggas at the corner sto' been looking at me for too long 

Staring like accidents on highways, high days are better than sober ones 

Don't be biased, but I know it has to come 

So I put two in the sky to let them know I'm babysitting 

Y'all don't know nothing bout Big Boi cause that nigga steady dipping 

It ain't over (why that, why that) till the bitch open her mouth up 

And sang 

Took me a long time to get here 

Long time man 

I'm talking about, years, and years 

Riding past funeral fields holding bodies of my peers 

If you don't educate yourself 

Now how the fuck you gonna understand how you supposed to get paid? 

Niggas walk around get with shade tree ass ways 

Fuck a fade, let my hair drag 

Back and forth like a see-saw 

Jumping Lily, to lilypad dag 

Looking to get my Goodie feel 

I'm broke in like some old men 

Who'd stop dem or would stop 

I'm dropping lines for the big plot 

Sixteen is when I started this dream 

It's ninety-six I'm in your face 

Can you hear that bitch scream? 

(It won't be over til that big girl from Decatur sang)