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Decisions, Decisions Lyrics - Singles - Dj Muggs

It's a stray man, living in these veins, man 

Suckin' on a piece of sugar pain, chucking chains 

Take the wind out through, we never wash away the pain 

So, let the stain soak, who's in the wave? 

 

I dids fingertips, carry language computer 

Ray had dad removed swimsuits with green bags 

I'm on the corner with my butt up, sellin' you product 

Women puttin' they're self in positions to get cut up 

 

Up out'cha guts, fear, up for what? 

Nothin' but them goodie 

 

Osmosis, with that thang up under the pillow crush 

Caught in the crossfire between Yankees and 49ers 

Rivals, but the south remain calm, neutral 

But we see blood that make homeboys, hate at each other's lives 

 

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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, dyin' slowly but surely 

 

Malicious drivers with hairpin triggers 

On the loose like juice 

And white America couldn't stand it 

LAPD plannin' incriminatin' evidence 

 

Jurors under jag order but we talkin' outside the courtrooms 

Shootin' birds at the judges 

Fuck teks and go and plug us out on racial slurs 

Destroyin' documents or complaints from black workers 

 

The battles no longer physical, it's from within 

You live to die and you die to live again 

But you can't win for losing, what sides are you choosin'? 

Decisions, decisions to make 

Decisions, decisions to make 

 

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Legalize the dope and make paper 

Think it's time to pull another caper 

Outta my bag of tricks, these niggas ain't recognisin' 

How they usin' us to get rich, niggas dyin' and shit 

 

I putta, broke my back for the [unverified] 

That's what I did when I was a kid 

Always had the thought of doin' a bid 

In the back of my mind, a life of crime was the last resort 

 

I knew that goin' to court drama wasn't likely 

I nicked scrimeys like a chemist 

Cookin' up a pan like the witch doctor 

Stroll beside 'cha like a thousand volts 

 

Over the edge of the hope with the CIA sellin' coke 

To make them bloat, float up the river Key Louie 

Liquor sipper as I strategize a plan to infiltrate the crooked 

New, what?, ways to live a life, who we got to fight? 

Kid, it bite, are you dyin' tonight? 

 

Relentless realism regardless, represents 

South west goes out, possess the manifest that's heaven sent 

What's said, is meant to the fullest extent 

No nonsense because my conscience wouldn't be content 

 

But just a little wealth, a little fame 

But your mind-frame will keep you living the same 

And it's a shame that niggas would settle with the ghetto 

Huh, hoes have some clothes that ain't makin' what you suppose 

 

Let your eyes close to what your contract shows 

And fine print, they gotta get back every cent you spent 

You content 'cause you do what everybody does 

The industry that change you from the person you was 

 

Knee-deep in the struggle, two part-time jobs to juggle 

Gotta lady and A, C that you can't hardly feed 

Any day your life could end, so you depend 

On the reciting and the writing when you got the spare time to spend 

 

To keep you stable, hopin' one day you'll be able 

To be a commodity on somebody's record label 

Got your chance, twenty thousand dollar advance and a car 

And all of a sudden you a star at the bar 

 

Ballin', callin' the waiter to bring one of they finest wines 

Then you started snortin' lines, your life defines 

The misconception of stayin' down 

You can't be influenced by everybody you hang 'round 

 

You should'a been more appreciative 

Of the life that you were blessed to live 

A hundred percent is what you got to give 

'Cause ain't no tellin, yo' bullshit start smellin 

And you wonder why your record ain't sellin 

 

No more, endin' up with no dough 

And no respect back in the projects 

And building 23, right next door to me, heheheh 

 

The battles no longer physical, it's from within 

You live to die and you die to live again 

But you can't win for losing, what sides are you choosin'? 

Decisions, decisions to make 

Decisions, decisions to make 

 

Up out'cha guts, fear, up for what? 

Nothin' but them goodie 

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