Apollo Brown, Joell Ortiz - Decisions lyrics
[Apollo Brown, Joell Ortiz - Decisions lyrics]
Mmm oh boy
I'm just sayin', I should just i don't know
Think about this man, think about this road
A lot to lose, man uh
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, now which way I'ma go
Keep moving this fire blow or
Spit a fire flow
Hit the booth or hit the stoop
And watch the sirens glow
Carry a gat or a napsack, my nigga
I don't know decisions, decisions
Writtens are sick in the kitchen
Rhyme flex or Pyrex, shit
Which is your vision?
Hit the block or book a studio block
Push all the rock or push yourself
To rock a number one spot, hmm
Hit 'em with that bounce and
Find a nice pocket
Or stash another 8 ball in your side pocket
Kill 'em with the talent or
Kill 'em with talons
Metaphors and similes or meddle with chimneys
Small hallways or songs all day
Carry a sawed off gauge or
Get hauled off stage, hmm
Hit the plug and get a
Quarter or write some quotes, boy
Have 'em like
"That boy dope!" or be a dope boy
Decisions, decisions
Honestly, I don't know what to do
This rap don't pay the
Bills but these crills, man they move
But, if I go to jail, man I lose
Decisions, decisions
Honestly, I don't know what to do
This rap don't pay the
Bills but these crills, man they move
But, if I go to jail, man I lose
Get it in my neighbourhood or
Fuck up the city
12-12 skinnies or plug up the midi
Have the fiends feeling like
They base jumping
'Cause your base jumping or
Get that bass jumping
Decisions, decisions, trust me
This wasn't too easy
Stay in the trap or try to
Rap and keep up with Weezy
Try to impress Nas, Jay and Eazy, get your CD
Up in piece and riches or keep
Gettin' rich off the PC
Show off in that whip 'cause your
Album is sick or shit
Pull up to that bitch like
You're Alpo and rich
Go in and out of town to get that show money
Or go in and out of town
To get that low money
Fill that sneaker box, 999 trap money
Or W9s, 1099s and tax money
Working single non-stop until you
Make it crack or throw that powder in a pot
Until you make it crack
Decisions, decisions
Honestly, I don't know what to do
This rap don't pay the
Bills but these crills, man they move
But, if I go to jail, man I lose
Decisions, decisions
Honestly, I don't know what to do
This rap don't pay the
Bills but these crills, man they move
But, if I go to jail, man I lose
I'm just sayin', I should just i don't know
Think about this man, think about this road
A lot to lose, man uh
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, now which way I'ma go
Keep moving this fire blow or
Spit a fire flow
Hit the booth or hit the stoop
And watch the sirens glow
Carry a gat or a napsack, my nigga
I don't know decisions, decisions
Writtens are sick in the kitchen
Rhyme flex or Pyrex, shit
Which is your vision?
Hit the block or book a studio block
Push all the rock or push yourself
To rock a number one spot, hmm
Hit 'em with that bounce and
Find a nice pocket
Or stash another 8 ball in your side pocket
Kill 'em with the talent or
Kill 'em with talons
Metaphors and similes or meddle with chimneys
Small hallways or songs all day
Carry a sawed off gauge or
Get hauled off stage, hmm
Hit the plug and get a
Quarter or write some quotes, boy
Have 'em like
"That boy dope!" or be a dope boy
Decisions, decisions
Honestly, I don't know what to do
This rap don't pay the
Bills but these crills, man they move
But, if I go to jail, man I lose
Decisions, decisions
Honestly, I don't know what to do
This rap don't pay the
Bills but these crills, man they move
But, if I go to jail, man I lose
Get it in my neighbourhood or
Fuck up the city
12-12 skinnies or plug up the midi
Have the fiends feeling like
They base jumping
'Cause your base jumping or
Get that bass jumping
Decisions, decisions, trust me
This wasn't too easy
Stay in the trap or try to
Rap and keep up with Weezy
Try to impress Nas, Jay and Eazy, get your CD
Up in piece and riches or keep
Gettin' rich off the PC
Show off in that whip 'cause your
Album is sick or shit
Pull up to that bitch like
You're Alpo and rich
Go in and out of town to get that show money
Or go in and out of town
To get that low money
Fill that sneaker box, 999 trap money
Or W9s, 1099s and tax money
Working single non-stop until you
Make it crack or throw that powder in a pot
Until you make it crack
Decisions, decisions
Honestly, I don't know what to do
This rap don't pay the
Bills but these crills, man they move
But, if I go to jail, man I lose
Decisions, decisions
Honestly, I don't know what to do
This rap don't pay the
Bills but these crills, man they move
But, if I go to jail, man I lose
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