Goodie Mob F Sleepy Brown - Angelic Wars Lyrics
No ego trippin', just growin' oldAll up when i'm feelin' cold'cause pain up on my soul seems to be all i feelWatchin' my family fall apart, was all i never wanted to see'cause i got love for one anotherI'd kill for my only brother, even though he might be wrongAt times i'm gon' do what i got to do to come through every scary momentJust brought us closer which kept us downRemember them days when southwest atlanta wasn't even 'roundSo out the reds to wet itAnd say they actin' brains, relaxin'And steady stackin' and pistol packin'And trackin' is tiredI set it off!I don't be sittin' in a trap slangin' lil' peeweesTell mike, "damn i'm 'bout to mess up my re-up money"See, i used to wear my shoes until i couldn't no moreNow i hit the store, when the lace get oldI wear calhoun jeans 'cause i don't like calvinI relate to my folksTo make you think this 'bout my third albumThis supposed to be the times when the moon and the sky turn purpleSo watch this full circleBlack wire touch redRed wire touch blackMe and big slate got this drop wit some gator backsAnd i'm thinkin' 'bout how much i makeHe get the rims, i get the system and we leave him the tapesYa know what i'm sayin'Who gives a damn about catchin' a chargeIt's been a while since i seen my boysOne time for my potnas who got out todayBack on the grind, did that time, got that hide-awayOkay (that's right)I just got to sayTwo times for the crook who just got awayIt done got so quiet now, i can here a rat pissOn cotton, one apple sport the wholeBarrel rottenWhat it mean when you see the sun and the moon shinin'At the same timeThis god's way, you dug your own graveThe righteous path was laidBut you chose to go astrayAy, out the war shitWakin' up in a cold sweatThrough the same ol' skitGenocide>from the inside, look a pitYou lie, never killed nobodyLet's take it to the ol' schoolNo you can'tHands shakin' like a dog shittin' fish hooksDon't stareCan't help the crooked lookIt came with the faceI used to steal from my folksBut now i'm straightWent through the neighborhood rat's pockets booksOohYou missin' somethin' of valueWe have you, got youJumpin', dumb *****, you gets nothin'Nobody knows the trouble i have seenMy homeboy md write me from the ?24-7, hell or heaven, it ain't no tellin'Will it be mo' sunshine for the due time felonThey gave him 10, do 3, self year, probationLaw leaders not, unto no temptationYall know how it beYou make a monkey move, lay yourself on the streetYou'll understand meThey don't care nuttin' 'bout youIn that cold cellCan't do nuttin' but take what them folk give meI'm dead seriousThem folk givin' away timeJust to show us the good lord keep lettin' the sun shineOne time for them niggas who got out todayAnd my folks on stokes?? just westward on olympian wayUh-huhAnd i just got to sayTwo times for the crook who just got away"uh-huh.. believe that..""uh-huh.. believe that.."
