Sesame Street Lyrics - Soul Food - Goodie Mob

Sometimes words are enough to kill over 

Thanksgiving didn't give 

So what should I hope for 

I keep on looking fo job 

But job seems not to like me 

What else my doors kick off the hedges 

Somebody just fill they Christmas list 

Off me and tha family 

And damn I just miss them 

Felt like I've been raped 

A figures been through my drawers 

Always read tha times in between tha black 

Spent my summers in that 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 tha mornin' 

Nothing hard about it 

My little partner was just scared 

How scared Gipp that scared 

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When I was B-gee 

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 other niggers 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 but 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 

Be this way to 

We arrage it to be fit me 

Growing up on Sesame Street 

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Can you feel, what I feel? 

Can you hear, what I hear? 

Can you see what I see? 

When ma feet hit the streets 

What chu know? 

What chu know? 

About Sesame Street? 

Georgia Power wants to put me in the dark 

But one spark 

I see Sammy streak to ma spot 

In this red Fred Sanford truck undercover 

But he geela folks fo da class "A" substances narcotics 

Ole shought stopping ask? 

Can be "shock-ca-locka"? 

Um to mad to be scared 

So for the price if you go it 

Like that to be the boss you gladly pay it 

An arm and a leg I'd be lying if I say I ain't 

Need no help, can't do it by myself 

It's raining sesame 

Cause it's only so much time left in this crazy world 

Mates in prison guards life with a hamma 

So excuse ma grammar 

Behind the walls of Atlanta, Federal Penn 

The tait on "Fred Stock" the cell blox wit no C.O.'s 

Equipped with radios 

The system is fraud and the security camera 

Now have we an eyeball on it yet 

The second stage denied 

I wonder if I get another trial 

Remember me from way back in the days 

Lived right around the corner from Benjamin Mays 

I'm amazed that we made it this far 

A po black family is all that we are 

Wishing upon a star 

For a trace of happiness 

My mama do her best but she ain't making no progresss 

Maybe it's a test that we all gotta pass 

My situations making me grow too fast 

13 and a half years old standing at the bus stop 

Alone in the cold on my way to be degraded 

For a fee to help get my family off this streeet called Sesame 

Can you feel, what I feel? 

Can you hear, what I hear? 

Can you see what I see? 

When ma feet hit the streets 

What chu know? 

What chu know? 

About Sesame Street?