Goodie Mob - Blood lyrics

Lock the doors!

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

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 Adamsville
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

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

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 might
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-IE
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

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 leave my humble abode
Is to keep from 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 grit's
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 raw but
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 it's knees
Deep burgundy, hemorrhage and internally
B-L-O-O-D hmm, yeah, uhh