Decisions, Decisions Lyrics - Soul Assassins

Atlanta: Gateway to the South 

Verse 1: Big Gipp 

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 theyself in positions to get cut up 

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Up out'cha guts, fear, up for what? 

Nothin but them Goodie 

Verse 2: T-Bu 

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 

Over colours 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 

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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 

Verse 3: Khujo, Cee-Lo 

Legalise 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 *?scress?* 

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 scrimis like a chemist 

Cookin up a pan like the Witch Doctor 

Stroll beside cha like a thousand volts 

Over the edge pf the Hope with the CIA sellin coke 

To make them bloat, float up the river Key Louie 

Liquor sipper as I strategise 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 see 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 shoulda 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 

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