Decisions, Decisions

Lyrics

[Intro: Narrator, Big Gipp] "Atlanta – gateway to the South" Yeah... It's gotta be right... [Verse 1: Big Gipp, Khujo] It's a strain, mayne, living in these veins, mayne Sucking on a piece of sugar cane, jerking chain Take the wind out the throat We'll never wash away the pain, so let the stain soak Who's the new wave? Ideas, fingertips carry language Computer read, half dead remove swimsuits for greenbacks I'm on the corner with my butt up, sellin' new product Women puttin' theyself in positions to get cut up Up out'cha guts, fear, up for what? Nothin' but them Goodie! [Verse 2: Khujo] Osmosis, with that thang up under the pillow crush We caught in the crossfire between Yankees and 49ers Rivals, but the South remain calm Neutral, when we said "blood" that meant Homeboys ending each other's lives Over colors and thangs, that they couldn't bring To the next plane, prostitutes in blue, badges Who are the biggest gangs? In Babylon, dying slowly but surely Malicious drivers with hairpin triggers On the loose like Juice And White America couldn't stand it LAPD planted, incriminating evidence Jurors under Gag Order But we talking outside the courtrooms Shooting birds at the judges (Fuck!) Fuck Texaco employees shouting racial slurs Destroying documents Of complaints from Black workers [Hook: Khujo, Cee-Lo, together] The battle's 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 choosing? Decisions, decisions to make Uh-huh... Decisions, decisions to make [Verse 3: T-Mo] Legalize the dope and make paper Think it's time to pull another caper Outta my bag of tricks These niggas ain't recognizing how they using us to get rich Niggas dying and shit... I would've – broke my back for the scratch That's what I did when I was a kid Always had the thought of doing a–bid In the back of my mind A life of crime was the last resort I knew that going to court, drama wasn't likely An extremist, like a chemist Cooking up a pen like the Witchdoctor Steering wheel shocked ya, like a thousand volts Over the edge of the Hope with the C.I.A. selling coke To make they bloat float up the river King Louis liquor sipper As I strategize a plan to infiltrate The crooked new world ways to live a life Who we got to fight to get it right? Are you down tonight? [Verse 4: Cee-Lo] The relentless realism regardless represents South West skills I possess and manifest, it'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 mindframe will keep you living the same And it's a shame that niggas would settle With the ghetto... huh Hoes and some clothes, and ain't making what you suppose 'Cause your eyes closed, to what your contract shows In fine print, they gotta get back every cent you spent You content, 'cause – you do what everybody does The industry done changed you from the person you was Knee-deep in the struggle Two part-time jobs to juggle Got a lady and a seed 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, hoping 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 snorting lines, your life defines The misconception of staying down You can't be influenced by everybody you hang 'round You should've 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, ending up with no dough And no respect back in the projects In Building 23, right next door to me... heh heh heh... [Hook: Khujo, Cee-Lo, together] The battle's 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 choosing? Decisions, decisions to make Uh-huh... Decisions, decisions to make [Outro: Khujo] Up out'cha guts Fear, up for what? Nothin' but them Goodie!