Blood Lyrics - Soundtrack Exclusives & Rarities - Goodie Mob

Lock the doors...! 

Intro/Chorus: Cee-Lo 

It's a shame, when niggas gon' realise we're the same 

Helpin the enemy win the game 

If you a player, use precision, don't make a decision in haste 

Blood is a terrible thing to waste 

(Big Gipp) 

In my flip-flops and socks, I walk blocks confused 

cos my nose ain't right, my sight blind 

Smoke, need somethin from my toke 

More than half my folk vying for the juice of cooked goose 

In the city of disgust, nuttin new blew in 

but almost left your bed, yet I said... 

My mind back home, I roam the path in the trees 

I give my ankles in the mud for my blood, what happened was 

something for the ill-minded, even though you're true 

your feet can't fit in my shoes, I got red in my eyes 

My old man still don't understand why 

The things I do, the way I think 

A hot spell and death feel, got the chokers for the low-low's 

Specialisin in the greenery 

Code name: Cardwell, so what's real? 

I still float the sidewalks of Abbotsville 

Consume smoke with my folks on the low-lean 

Blew Dixie Hill to get a little more pote' 

And if ya can't find none of the Goodie in the veins 

of the ATL, try the wood or the trail 

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(Cee-Lo) 

I try to make sense outta nonsense each and every day 

I got to cos things is kinda crazy round the way 

Each word that I say may cut you like a knife 

and totally influence and change somebody life 

Who me? I'm 19, and best to have seen 

what I already seen 

Life taught me a lot 

That you ain't gotta carry no gun to get shot 

Ain't gotta be no jacker for offense from the high 

A liquor store on every corner that you walk by 

I watch my niggas die for no reasons 

In my neighbourhood ain't nothin changed but the seasons 

Them crackers don't give a fuck, then again why should they 

They evil from their head to they toes so how could they 

You could say, the biggest problem in the black community is lack of unity 

I love you but I ain't gon' let you pray for me 

So if you must shed blood so be it 

The end is comin I can see it 

Yeah, the end is comin I can see it... 

It's in the blood 

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(T-Bu) 

Me look at myself and say "Damn!" 

I use to rock Cascade at night and East bound 

But now I sit back and take a pull 

Take out my pin, I'm ready to get a beer, wet, I? 

I'm ready to pay my dues, fool 

Why choose to trump me, I never did shit but you label me the OutKast 

So even if I was to blast on your punk ass 

it wouldn't change my opinion of a customer 

That I was to serve like a bird over on the South West side 

and this side better be rollin thick 

It's that G-double O-D-I-E M-O-B to infinity ballin 

Huh, and callin da wild, cos I don't smile 

I keep a grim look and bust a *? poor 6-0 cars?* 

Out in their yard without a strap ain't cool 

You just a son of your daddy and momma without a tool, fool 

No time for weep, incomplete, my story ain't told to glorify no glory 

I lost my sister age nine doin a crime for a hustle 

So she died lookin for that muscle 

You wonder why I acts how I do, quiet-type 

So I might strike any minute, fool... 

Step into Zone 3, see 

South West Atlanta up in this motherfucker deep 

Don't sleep, you all, in my cabin braggin 

but I can't hear or see see clear 

cos we all on the outside, we're pimpin or homicide 

Already so many resting in peace but I can't sleep til I can believe 

I'm ready to die for my cause 

I'm Good cos I'm true to my blood 

(Khujo) 

I'll blast for my family, don't be mad at me 

Was it because I didn't finish C-O-double L-E-G-E? 

There's only a punk ass army down while you're harassin me 

Stop takin me thru episode after episode 

The reason why I? is to keep on punching holes 

in the wall, I had dreams I played ball 

wit the pros, I pop punts and field goals 

Droppin them fat guv's in the weight room 

Had, so nigga on swole but that was in the days of the old strole 

Now I'm wisin up to the fuck shit, got a new click to run with 

Bays a left at Campbelltown Plaza, *? Foo-ti and C's?* and ol' South 

Oh yeah, I borrow rollerscott tissue when it's sun, and paper 

completes my grocery list, proceded to my ol' bird 

in the kitchen cookin chitlins 

Pre-setting the eggs, the fish, the grits, that hit the spot 

but this morning I had to punch the clock 

Whether it be sittin off in the hills of Dixie 

witta pocket full of rocks that icey 

Creole, you talkin to me? Ettering bastard, put it down on paper 

I put a thermal couple of two on 'burnt out on capers' 

Everytime the rubber buck, it was like plus-fools hit from a potented salt 

Scab A-rab, many hoes suckin on your nuts 

That's why I'm stealin your death right now because 

later on you might leave me hangin 

Is it the noose rhyme on people's necks when already tangin 

tight, from the dank is dye, and now, banger who am I 

to tell you to stop, but don't be bringin that nonsense 

in these hills, brass bop Benz in my grill 

All the way, Confederate man you thought it was fuck? 

You ladies are real ready, it's janky 

on edge, it's in the kill 

The beast in you divided who? Me from him? 

You gotta chance but it's slim, it's slim 

Just walked out the door but yet and still 

You want some ole 9-7-6 gab, slab by slab 

Broke my community down to its knees 

Deep burgundy, haemmorage and internally... 

B-L-O-O-D... 

Hmm, yeah, uhh 

Outro/Chorus: Cee-Lo 

It's a shame, when niggas gon' realise we're the same 

You helpin the enemy win the game 

If you a player, use precision, don't make a decision in haste 

You're blood is a terrible thing to waste 

It's a shame, when niggas gon' realise we're the same 

You helpin the enemy win the game 

If you a player, use precision, don't make a decision in haste 

You're blood is a terrible thing to waste 

We all blood...