Still Standing Lyrics - Still Standing - Goodie Mob

This for the soldiers (soldiers) 

Stay strong my niggaz 

(gangsters, players) 

Stay up my niggaz (real niggaz) 

Verse One: T-Mo 

Leavin the cut in a rage 

Loadin up my Mac, goin to my crib, to get my 12 gauge 

One of my boys just got shot, huh 

Fuckin around, in that million dollar spot 

A educated brother 

Didn't have no money for college he was taught the street knowledge 

Part of the plan 

to keep us fightin in the street instead of becomin a strong black man 

Every two weeks I see Sam 

pitchin out my check with no respect but I still don't give a damn 

Becaause I GOTTA make my dough 

My kill, rocked down, til I started seein cash flow 

Everything happens for a reason, choose the season 

to commit the perfect treason 

Who brought me -- to the land, of unfree man 

To move about and catch trout, by the dozens 

Even had my cousin locked down, at the feet shackled 

A one-way seat, to Milledgeville 

Nigga this real, how can you kill another 

when it's your brother? Still Standing 

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Verse Two: Gipp 

I never thought about, talked about what I did 

Just experimented life as a young Gump 

Them days long gone, school bells done rung no mo' 

Spendin hours at the house in my favorite chair 

Slow mo', custom funk fingerprinted to carry a hucklebuck 

Feelin stuck with the art that my skin carries, scary 

If I ever had to plot again, needin my stick 

? Gidgets to pidgits, moves to Philly and the crew? 

Nothin else to prove, fold a plot like chrome 

Salt lick teddy bears in the college student's room 

Speed, Gipp got that too 

Watch that dude, inspect that fool, Still Standing 

Chorus: all together 

Photos 

Unscathed, cause this is pain 

This for soldiers to feel 

MC's, are running out of things to say 

Radio stations are running out of songs to play 

Still Standing, unscathed, cause of pain 

This for soldiers to feel 

MC's, are running out of things to say 

Radio stations are running out of songs to play 

Verse Three: Khujo 

On the sick side, of South Central 

33rd Avenue, block 600 

Workers have wash and car details 

The ese's got the fresh Chevrolet's for sale 

Twenty G's or better, the whole neighborhood tanked up 

What? On the fortress walls, there is no letters 

Buddha say, the Bloods are strictly outnumbered 

They beseiged, on the beats, Goodie Mo-B, run the creeps 

Y'all can have the streets, asphault caught many suckers 

slippin on wet floors, we puttin out the signs 

on krokers, C-I, T-Y, such a pity 

Bein suckled dry, like a newborn 

on his momma's titty before I retired I hit twenty 

True to cellulite with big? room pesquite? on the porch 

Poundin, like cartoon Ennis, old school efforts 

through the Sunday down, Crenshaw sparkin 

Zoned out, off the ink, for life 

Goin through time and metal detectors, I can't take my weapon 

And I can't be no dope dealer 

Cause they be done put a hit out on a nigga, plus I can't keep up 

with them keys, locked in the fo'-do' 

Backseat drivers havin out-of-body experiences 

Wakin up, somewhere else... Still Standing 

Verse Four: Cee-Lo 

Yeah. 

Each and every element that exists in this 

universe is manifested from a thought first 

Through the inner mind's eye of the unseen power in the sky 

Gave birth to Mother Earth and all it's worth to you and I 

This most loved invention, my conciousness is an extension 

of Him, yet I'm flesh and bone with a mind of my own 

To dig deeper than the surface, whether I learn 

from your upcomings or your downfalls we all have individual purpose 

It's amazing, how the streets do the majority of raising 

of children who end up dead before hearing what you said 

And it's sad, so all I can write about is what I had 

Interpretations of life good and bad with a pen and pad 

It seems like abortion, when I just write a small portion 

It's either crumpled up or torn without lettin the thought be born 

Young minded, and blinded in those days; I didn't want to 

have a thought that I couldn't raise, nurture, and care for 

Be there for, help prepare for, the times ahead 

When someone doesn't agree with what is said, huh 

And if they did, don't get all arrogant cause that's my kid 

Just be thankful that it's good and somebody overstood 

Now, the listener in here want the same flow but I gotta let it grow 

Clever enough to let it go, if I don't wanna rap no mo' 

And I'll make sure that no one ever forgets 

It's immortalized forever, on wax CD's and casettes 

And when someone goes to the store and purchases it for ten 

The life cycle starts all over again 

And I was granted this music as my soulmate, to procreate 

and give back what I was given, a life worth livin 

And I, am Still Standing, unscathed 

Pain is for suckers to feel 

MC's are running out of things to say, and 

radio stations running out of songs to play, shit! 

We Still Standing, unscathed 

And pain is for suckers to feel, huh 

And MC's running out of things to say...