Альбом Field Mob

field mob, i'm shawn J and him, thats boondoc
i represent the south, and thats the way i'm a keep it
if u got game then peep it, its the southern way
i wouldn't have it no other way, so mutha fuck what the others say,
love it or leave.
yes its hard but its fair, gotta hustle to get it
keep grindin and grindin, and soon u will get it, the struggle is in me, thats
how i had to live, thats why i'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit,
mashin the flo master to the floor, petal to the metal hear the dual pipes
roar, wanna be a balla shot caller, twenty inch blades
skinny benny tryin to get paid

chorus
we them country ass niggas from the bottom of the map, ridin heavy big bodies
and vogues
we drink cheap liquor smoke sticky sweet swishers and boy we love fucking them
hoes(repeat)

damn real i'm a country ass nigga, shawn show no shame
bare-foot on your block selling rock cocaine
georgia boy from the south spit when i talk,
smack when i eat, from the field pimp when i walk
whoa, lil daddy he ain't even not ready
field mob come ridin a stretch box chevy,
follow me now, i'm a take you where the good dope at call it butter
where the hood folks at, in the gutter
stay low, keep movin nah you can't stop
them boys infrared dot your du-rag and tanktop
that guerilla coke grown
suburban word with more grams than a old folks home
now this the way i slang dick every which a way,
best get your bitch and pray she don't wanna get with J
but if i do mack your bitch,
you just shit outta luck like leprechaun laxative

chorus

i get sick if i ain't home in the south u can hear it in my voice
watch i get on the track and ride like a rolls royce
and lean in it, spit sixteen, supreme splendid
tipsy from tangueray with tangerines in it
they say the south slow, folk whats the speed limit?
nah, fuck the speed limit these bustas need gimmics
the game like a skinny girl pussy, deep
so deep, you could park a limosine in it
all in my green tinted, d's in it chevy caprice in it
on mean 20's paint shinin like oil sheens in it
leanin on white blunts, so fresh so clean in it
it ain't sprite or water then don't u drink in it
6:15 in beatin up your spleen in it
tricks dream to be in it, just to be seen in it
flex, mug mean in it

[Chorus]
I'm ready to flee to a better place
Go West, South, and East, whatever the way
Let's make a move, hurry up lets go now
You got to believe we can get away
I'm tired of doin what the devils say
We got nothin to lose, take my hand lemme help ya
I want to be free, c'mon brotha
I want to be free, help each otha
I want to be free, love ya sista
I want to be free, dont you miss her
I want to be free. (lalalalalalala). I want to be free

[Kalage]
Master say being born colored was the worst disease
And we the worst to bread, Worse than flees
As long as I work for he, I work for free
He beat me like a dick in jail and cursed at me
I'm certain we, weren't put on this earth to be, a slave
Nobody deserve to be, a slave
Look here, run I dare ya
I catch ya, I'ma give ya more lashes than mascara
If its pride or die, im choosin respect
I saw my daddy hung dead, wit a noose on his neck
My niece got raped pregnant, wont tell she scared
Master done it, but she blamin it on drop dead Fred
But one day, things gon' change for better
Lord knows it cant rain forever
Thats what I told my momma (mmhmm)
Two days later master sold my momma (master sold my momma)

[Chorus]

[Boondox Blax]
uh, uh, uh. I'm in the field, thats white lil niggas and me
From dusk to dawn til the sun come and it leave
Through all seasons, Winter, Fall, Summer, and Spring
Pickin, pushin, pullin, cuttin the field
Sweatin bout to dehydrate, stuck in the heat
and when its cold, joints lock up barker than trees
Rest, I dont get enough of my sleep
Cuz master got us workin late night, and then wakin up in the wee
Hours of the mornin, stackin stalks of hay
Hopin the rain from dawn til shower day
Wishin I could walk away
But then I think about Hardaway
Master cut off his hand
Cuz you cant talk or sing or speak from your mouth
If it aint what master talk or say
But I was taught to pray to the Lord and have faith
Please take me away from this awful place
Cuz you can be so off today

[Chorus]

[Slimm Calhoun]
Man I tell ya drop shit, aint nothin
nuff sufferin, done dealt with more headaches the bufferin
Gotta spend my time off the destructive by gettin by doe bu-bu-bubblin
Cant risk stumblin, fumblin
So im bout takin my life, dice tumblin
I drop down the road, tryin to get that pot of gold
Still out in the field, mobbin with Sean and Smoke
9 times, nine to five, im troop servin
Nine, you bout tryin to eat well, get in line
Cuz momma got laid off, the lil sis need shoes
My brother just got popped back in his county blues
and Pops been made it off, there was no money, no food
Comin through next week, my rent and my girl due
Life aint got no rules, descruction, one-two's
So every now and then, your gonna sing the blues

[Chorus]

Mmhm, mmhm, mmhm
Mmhm, mmhm, mmhm
Yeah, all in my face feelin' me
Mmhm, mmhm, mmhm
All in my face feelin' me
Mmhm, mmhm, mmhm (Uh...uh)

[Verse One]
We was up in the club
Fillin' these with all the intention we sip of Hennessy
My friend and me, I caught my niggas killin' me
Testin' weed until the enemy got the Tennessee
To hinder me, all in my face feelin' me
Bud we pretend to weed, hennessey to silly games
Gangstas throwin' them signs up and up and down
Bumpin' enemies sayin' things that offendin' me
Still here and we ballin' half drunk, passin' out song after song
Inhalin' gun after gun, passin' out blunt after blunt, havin' fun
Them niggas took a jab at me
Then one push from the back of me
Tryin' to tackle me and wrestle me
Couldn't get me down, so they hit me in the back and beat (yeah)
They had me badly beaten
I gotta gash in me, but it was just a scratch to me
At first did get some vasiline
A half a week, it cleared up fast and clean
To a scratch you were bad to see, so I ain't mad to see
I want to squash and flaten and beat
Like White Castle's and crystal square beef patties beat
'Cause I'm so sick of you harassin' me, and playin' with me
So can we canapy?
Before we cause a tragedy, and someone pain and agony
But if you feel you can handle me, and still wanna take the man in me
This time I'll have to shut you down
Like Sunshine Hennesin, because...

[Hook - repeat 4X]
I don't want no problems
And you don't want no problems so...
Better leave me alone, and gone on
Nigga better leave me alone and gone on

Ow, ow, ouch, it hurts...so bad
It hurts...so bad

[Verse Two]
I'm from the home of racist rednecks and confederate flags
You could strand them hussies, politicians and drags
Cotton pickin', slave tradin' and nigga lynchin'
Lead to more oppression, me Cricket caught trigger pinchin' (well)
Ridin' along, mindin' my own buisness, God as my witness
It was five in the morn', passin' along, hop in the cornerrrr
No, po-lice, hold up, turn the radio down (put your seatbealt on)
Put your seatbealt on
Shit, God damn
Give me the fuckin' weed
He's gone
What!?
He kept goin'
It's like I got enemy's, 'cause of my race they hate me
Fuck pullin' over, CHASE ME
Guess it's safe to say it makes me crazy
Can't give up, 'cause this hate it makes me
Wanna grab an AK spray strays on 8th street
8 ways and blaze the day bleed
E-E-8-D-D-E-8-B
Tryin' to say we pull more keys than a leash of ladies
Well ok, hate me, say we crazy
But lately, baby
Even criticizin' the way we say things
I pray everyday, but the way he hating
I wish Jeff Dahmer was here, why?
So he could eat President Bush's baked beans
That's why I've been a crook since 18
Leave me alone, listen to what the hook is saying

[Hook - repeat 4X]
I don't want no problems
And you don't want no problems so...
Better leave me alone, and gone on
Nigga better leave me alone and gone on

[Outro]
What's up son, it's Allecious
It's your boy, smoke
AKA chevy pentagram to cut your 'cain, again (leave me alone)
And uh, I got a problem with you bitches (leave me alone)
I'm sick and tired of bein' sick and tired! (leave me alone)
I can't even leave the muthafuckin' club
with a clean pair of muthafuckin' Schnegals
'Cause the muthafucka wanna step of my feets (leave me alone)
I gotta check my muthafuckin' Polo for birth spots and liquor stains
Cause a muthafucker want oppression
But wanna get me on purpose
I'm sick of this shit (leave me alone)
Don't be mad at me 'cause my earrings so big
and brighter than your beetch, nigga
And you beetch, don't be mad at me
cause my tires bigger than your niggas tires on his Chevy
Sheeit
Like Lil' Darryl say "LEAVE ME ALONE!"

Gurl fuck that nigga sean he ain't bout shit anyway.Allwayz with them bitch ass
friends.I don't know why yall fuckin with his lame ass anywayz.Smoke ain't no
muthafuckin' betta,every time call he ain't answering his muthafuckin'
phone.And bitch what's that telling you fuck that muthafucker,they out on the
road on tour fuckin' bitches doin' this doin' that,them muthafucker's ain't got
time for yall yall local bitches.OKAY.I can't hate cuz when his ass come home I
be ready to fuck the shit out his black ass.Playin' no games niggaz ain't never
there,phone allwayz ringing,it's a nother bitch at all times.It's allwayz
that's just my friend.Whatever nigga that bitch sayin' "I'm on my way",

[Chorus]
I'm so sick of being lonely
Every night while my man goes out with his homies
I wanna know how it feels to be loved, be loved
Sick of being lonely
Every night while my man goes out with his homies
I wanna know how it feels to be loved, be loved

[Interlude {* sung*}]
Any other night, you'd be at home waitin' on me, yeah (What's goin' on?)
Any other night, you'd be actin' like a bugaboo, ooh(What's goin' on?)
Any other night, you'd be callin' me, stallin' me, ha(What's goin' on?)
Any other other night, I can guarantee a page from you, ooh(What's goin' on?)

[Verse 2]
Hmmm, but tonight seem different
Man, it's about this fishy (I'm so confused)
Cuz I ain't even ditch
My wife ain't hit me on my pager or cell
And when I CALL HER, I keep gettin' the damn voice mail
What's goin' on? Yeah I know I'm wrong
For goin' and comin' home at 'bout four in the mornin'
Hopin' ya "Home Alone" like Caulkin
But I picked the wrong time, and respect will be expected

[Chorus w/ad libs]

[Verse 3]
I'm so sick of bein' lon-
AHH, don't finish yo statement
You alone call me, I'll be yo replacement
Put me in the game coach, you can let that lame go
Let me lick you on your neck and go down to yo ankles
Cuz ain't no mo' better, freakier feller
From the Field to creep wit', when ya guys are dummy
Honey you lookin' good, and mo' gooder than a plate of neck bones
Tenderized and yummy, the Energizer bunny can't compete with me
Cuz I be goin' and goin', rowin'
With mo' motion than ya ocean from night to mornin'
Hit it huffin' and puffin', breath stankin' and yawnin'
Something so pretty as you at home alone
That's unbelieveable, like when the cow jumped over the moon
Now, I never put nothin' before you
That's like eatin' cereal, pickin' a fork over a spoon

[Chorus 2X]

[spoken]
This is a jazze phizzle produtizzle my nizzle.
jazze Pha. Field Mob, torica,
yea yea. Its Beautiful daddy.
whoowee.

[Chorus until fade]

[Verse 1]
Ah..ah two times
Comin up, and I feel you and I done it up together
Crushed a qt time
And tha fun is up
Sun down, and the sun is up
Late at night night and day, you was up under me
Or I was up under ya
Punda ya
When I'm on the cut I can come to ya
And when I bust, you suck it up like a pundaba
You kept a bundle a under ya
Gucci or a Coach bag
Whatever ya got ya gave Smoke had
Thats why its so sad...when ya say (ta take meee)
And I gotta disappoint cha
Its not I don't want cha
Its that I got thangs to do peeps to see
Expensive champagnes to drank trees to tree
And drop mo hits than Tina T receive from Ike
And mo classics than rees
And Chevy caprice
So please be sweet
And believe in me
And understand ya can't be with me
But ya aint trying ta hear it cuz ya still screaming to me

Hook 2X
Are going
(Wh)Where are you going
(Ta)Take me...with you
Fore I die

[Verse 2]
Nah, nah, nah
Once there was this boy, this boy sixteen he had this girl
Loved her trusted her, boy would give girl the world
BUT he was working at Burger King, sorry hated him
Man he wasn't that popular, sorry hated him
He aint have no car..sttrrrike three
The boy dat got dumped was me
Wait time passed, like quarterbacks I moved on
Start doin mo bigga and betta thangs
Like tippers my cheddar came
UP..UP..AND AWAYY
HEY what do ya know
I'm on TV now
Can't help but see me now
Even Muslims, vegetarians want meet me now
But anyway....One night in the club I waayy in the back
You know...V.I.P. C.I.B.
Low-key
Like the midget locksmith...chillin
Listen..long story short bumped into my ex
Talked, walked her to the bar and back to the rooomm
We played doctor I played the part of the papsmith...
diggin all up in her womb
Next morning she said (Where are you going?)
Uh um wa..well I..I had was gone kick it with Craig a..and 'nem
Gotta Go!! See Ya When I See Ya!!

Hook-Until End

Stay up
Hold ya head up
It's hell in the streets boy
Hold your head young nigga, cause it's hell

(Kalage)
I'm sittin' in the courtroom, stomach full of butterflies
Somebody help me, cause my life is in the Judge eyes
They got me for a Humbug, and that's some bullshit
I should've listened to them preachers in the pulpit
Stressin' to heaven, seemed like I was born by mistake
While the races dominate, got me victim to the Legislate'
I'm playin' for kicks, hustle and rob reefer, it medicated my mind,
Fuck the World, with crime
My mamma died in ?92 so crazy, what the fuck to do?
Daddy smokin' hard, not knowin' that it corrupted two chillin'
I'm starin' at the ceilin', can't take too many blows
The pain be killin', got the sinus up in my nose, oh
These people want to hurt me, my momma dead so fuck 'em
A small timer on the rise, so nothin' I feel
To my niggas in the county, I might do a bit with ya
Boy, in the streets I don't care with ya my nigga

(Chorus)

?Cause it's hell
Livin' off a thug, money things ain't swell
Don't believe me, go and ask my boys in jail
When we cryin' keep a knock for the cops
?Cause ain't no sunshine for boys or blocks (my nigga)

?Cause it's hell
What we gotta go through, and only time will tell
When the pain is over, I'm down on my knees
Lord keep watchin' over
I'm lookin' for a better way
and I that's all I gotta say

(Boondox)
Now I was born broke, but I'll be damned if I'm a die that way
Love my momma, can't deny that face
And as a child, everynight I prayed
For a rap record deal, man sometimes, twice I'd say
"Lord save me, take me, away from here"
22 now, and I've been sellin' yay' for years
But why we had a house, and couldn't keep it?
Why we evicted?
Why we get more pink slips than Victorias Secret?
Why I gotta rob?
Why my pappa ain't gotta job?
Why I ain't graduate?
Why through high school I aint have a date?
Why I had to masturbate?
Why Im wearing hand me downs?
Why im in and out of jail?
Why I let my family down?
Why my uncle died?
Wish it would've been me
He ain't rob, he ain't hustle, should've been me
Preacher man, could you pray for me, faithfully?
When God comes lay him his herbs, tell him wait for me

(Chorus)

It's hell
Livin' off a thug, money things ain't swell
Don't believe me, go and ask my boys in jail
When we cryin' keep an eye for the cops
?Cause ain't no sunshine for boys or blocks (my nigga)

?Cause it's hell
What we gotta go through, and only time will tell
When the pain is over, I'm down on my knees
Lord keep watchin' over
I'm lookin' for a better way
and that's all I gotta say

(Kalage)
He just keep layin' his hands on my momma again
Family ties, this is where the drama begins
Tellin' my momma on the floor, bitch this and bitch that
Locked in my prayin' to God, "Please let me get back"
He's trippin' like he's outta control
So he had to of been smokin'I heard her croke
Through the wall, she was gaggin' and chokin'
11 years old, and I don't need to be seein' this shit
But in my tape deck, 8ball talkin' about beatin' a bitch
It got me confused, but damn, you shouldn't popp her that hard
And when them folks come , her stupid ass be droppin' the charge
Whippin' her ass like a man, right and left with his fists
Heavely blows to the dome, now she slicing her wrists
I'm hyped and I'm pissed, soaking wet with blood holdin' her limb
It's gonna be all right, she whispered with her bleedin' lip
She passed out, eyes rolled back, I'm tryin' not to panic
Stepdaddy walked in, saw my momma, then he went in a frantic
Blood leakin', non stop, permanent rush with the fever
She almost died, of loss of blood
I knew my momma wouldn't leave me
She don't deserve to live in pain, she just wanted to be happy
Feelin' like a puss, I didn't help her cuz he ain't even my daddy
She's back at home, and he puttin' his hands on her again
Livin' in eternal fire, where drama doesn't end
It's hell
Nobody knows, the load, my soul tow
Nobody knows, the load, my soul tow
(Chorus x3 to fade)
It's hell
Livin' off a thug, money things ain't swell
Don't believe me, go and ask my boys in jail
When we cryin' keep an eye for the cops
?Cause ain't no sunshine for boys or blocks (my nigga)

?Cause it's hell
What we gotta go through, and only time will tell
When the pain is over, I'm down on my knees
Lord keep watchin' over
I'm lookin' for a better way
I that's all I gotta say

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[hook 2x]
HATERSSSSSSSSSS!
hatin cause my 20's be..choppin! choppin!
hatin cause these hoes be..jockin! jockin!
try me and my glock'll be..cockin! poppin!

[Kalage]
Why you wannaaaaaaaaaa playa hate on meeeeeee??
Is it the big truck sittin' up on Mike Jordans...thats 23's
with the big ole owl, dual heads roaring
Or is it the Caprice sittin' Emmitt Smiths...thats 22's
on the Impala on 20 inches
Mo' wood in it than old Abe Lincoln's cabin
and with mo' glass in it, than in your cabinets
Or is it the way we come down watchin' XXX
white sex from the ceilin', visors, and headrests
Or is it the ?? chain, the gucci hat, the gucci Air Jordan retros to match
Even though I step on the scene, so fresh and so clean
nice tek'n wit' me, I still got my weapon wit' me
strapped wit' a tek in my jeans
ready to squeeze, cause I know you haters get tempted to wear my
neck-a-lace.

[hook 2x]

[Trick Daddy]
Now just imagine if there wasnt no real niggas
no hustlas, thugstas, mobstas, and field niggas
On the treal, T double D, I still keep it real
I love the streets that you fuck niggas named Haterville
Lied on me, said I was a murderer, said I used to serve you work
but I aint never heard of you
I love dub-deuces, only cause I'm sittin on em
and once again I'm gunnin, copped the big 500
A Chevy boy, candy green and chrome fronted
Niggas hide out or they ride out cause my shit runnin
I sold more oz's than cd's and lp's
Baby, I'm a thug plus I'm OG
I roll 'em heavy, I'm bout my fetti
and the feds is what I'm headed
if you fuck niggas keep tellin'.

[hook 2x]

[Boondox]
I was sittin in the rankin, 69 ??
and ceelo twankys (choppin)
4 15' subwoofers (blasting)
I dont like that nigga, fuck that nigga
Man, I wanna shoot, slap, punch, kick, cut that niggaa!
Thats what they say on the low
WE'RE LOSING HIMMMM!
Thats what paramedics'll say
while you lay on the floor
Can we all just get along? smoke trees, hit a bong
Haters pussy niggas, so I'm a choke 'em wit' a thong
Even the block envy me, I make a mill wit' the flo'
but I'm better wit' coke and hot hennessey
My peers is like queers they only get mad
cause I ride rims old enough to buy beers
they smileeee while hatin' but when it comes to fakes
I spot more than dalmations

[hook 4x]

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[Verse One: Kalage]
My shawty done cut me loose, and left me in the wind
Got a new man wit a Ph.D. and cheese, but he pees in his pants
He's 60, she's in her 20's, she said I be hurtin' in her, overworking her
And when I hit from back it feels like I'm birthing her
She said I'm wrong for her, too long for her
But she never complained when I brought my ex home for her
But now she dropped me, like the pen at the end of a Sprint commercial
I try to hit it she be like "No", like Laura Winslow so i'm convinced i'm Urkel
And What if I did misuse and abuse your clit , I'll apologize
'Cause I aint know ruler sticks would bruise the clit
I saw it on tape tried to do the shit
Now, she say she want somebody simple
She say she want somebody gentle
She said, when I got head, I dug in her cheek now she got dimples
I, I, I mean she cute with it though, I, I couldn't help it
The way she swallowed my pelvis
Had me seeing shit, had a nigga reaching for Elvis
And when it come to her head, that some I'm a miss
That girl gave my dick more hick-eys than a damn redneck locksmith

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
My shawty done cut me loose
She fucking other niggas and she fucking me too
She say she don't want no mo'
If she feeling like I'm feeling then she won't go
My shawty done cut me loose
She fucking other niggas and she fucking me too
She say she don't want no mo'
She say she don't want no mo'

[Verse Two: Boondox Blak]
I woke up this morning stretching,yawning with a hard on awnin' ready to bone
Then I reached on my right and realized my woman's gone
I got to bring her to bed to hit her some more, but I found this envelope
Sitting on the pillow, I opened it, unfolded it, it said Dear Smoke
Hey, it's me Little Debbie Cake, and I feel it's best we separate
At least until I'm in better shape
cause I'm doing my best to shut up and take
The way you ramming inches in me
Slam me in different positions
Grasp and grip my hips and titties
Put one leg up, drag and flip me
Fucking me up, down, back, to front
(How you squeezing and smacking my butt)
From right to left, left to right
(and skeetin across my breast and thighs)
Fucking me early Monday, again on Tuesday
humpday Wednesday, then come Thursday
Twice on Friday and Saturday, and after church on Sunday
Hurting my stomach, beating the cock
But trip when I ask you to eat the twat, so we need to stop
Cause lately I been bleeding a lot, so I'm leaving you doc
To find someone that's fair and square
And not so hairy there, who fucks me there with care
Cause you put too much wear and tear on my derriere

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

[Intro: Cee-Lo]
6 O'clock, it's volume 1,
Yeah, Gregg Street's, mixtape,

[Verse One: Boondox Blax]
Uh, uh,
I came up in the hood infested with teenage hustlers,
Street grinders, paper chasin scrapin busters,
By keepin dust up noses and caine on pipes and cans,
So they want they ride candy painted just like the man,
That feed 'em, tryin not to bite his hand,
But they need em to keep em life from they stand,
Every night praying for praying go as far as the ceiling,
Got me feel like I'm (cursed) from this heart that I'm dealing,
And all this liquor hoeing brother and goose-neckin,
That I do but I don't want to got me losing blessings,
God said he'll take the next two steps if I take the first,
I did, But in it to pick and sellin the spur,
From under my feet, lost faith and jump in the street,
Back to serve a rocks dying to the chrome in the heat,
And running with G's that take it to the block with 'em,
Tellin me along with my greens up like pot nickel,

[Chorus: Cee-Lo]
Well, all I know,
That I'd been down this road before,
It ain't the first time, won't be the last,
I gotta slow down cause I'm living too fast,
It's time to admit I need some help,
Still living with my momma, can't feed myself,
Life ain't about who straight, who real, who fake, and who gay,
It's about who pray,

[Verse Two: Cee-Lo]
You can clock my consistent and endless,
Efforts up uplift me,
Trees and branches catch draft,
When I'm choppin down a path,
To walk down, actually don't even know how talk sound,
I'm trying to stop the next step they drawing the chalk round,
Matter-of-factly, I'll stand alone with no entourage to back me,
God is my every existence; exhalation, exactly,
I'll pimp prophets so profounding labels don't like contract me,
I'm one of a kind; they gotta find a satellite to contact me,
Let us bow, I thank the Almighty God for right now,
For the strictor, smile through the tribulation and trial,
For sparing me when the devil was daring me,
And scaring me, synonymous for preparing me,
And to my family, the Dungeon Family,
And ya'll family, we all family,
And to me health and home and my son Keith Stun,
My tongue is my gun, revolutions already begun,
(Whaa)

[Chorus: Cee-Lo]
Well, all I know,
That I'd been down this road before,
It ain't the first time, won't be the last,
I gotta slow down cause I'm living too fast,
It's time to admit I need some help,
Still living with my momma, can't feed myself,
Life ain't about who straight, who real, who fake, and who gay,
It's about who pray,

[Verse Three: Kalage]
All I know is charge cards, cars, and clothes,
Maan, it's all for sure,
And could go and when it's gone, you alone,
Runnin up yo cell phone callin God for hope,
And who to say that day ain't all for close,
And if you ballin playa, it's only because God's your coach,
And it don't bout the lies you hold, laws you broke,
Thangs ya drink, dank and cigars you smoke,
He gonna forgive and that's you; now don't get me wrong,
I like LL, but God da gold,
He da greatest of all time, if I'm lying I'm blind,
Can I get a Amen (Amen brother),
But we got to stop, we got to stop doin dirt,
Coming to Church with a devil tucked in your purse,
Sittin Samantha from Atlanta, cant even finish her prayer,
Worried about Sister Martha have,
Always worried bout what Sister Martha wear,
Did she drive or did she ride the MARTA there,
It don't matter at least Sister Martha there,
In Sunday service with a Bible lie defer the South,
But God bless her, we here to thank God,
And that's the step inside Holy Church thinkin,
I said step inside his Holy Church thinkin,
We all God's Property, and not just Kirk Franklin,

[Chorus: Cee-Lo]
Well, all I know,
That I'd been down this road before,
It ain't the first time, won't be the last,
I gotta slow down cause I'm living too fast,
It's time to admit I need some help,
Still living with my momma, can't feed myself,
Life ain't about who straight, who real, who fake, and who gay,
It's about who pray,

[T.I. and studio engineers interlude convo]

[Verse Four: T.I.]
Open my eyes, see the sunrise,
Talkin about memories of G's got my tongue tied,
Put out some Henn for my friend, why the good die?,
But til the end, I'm in the wind where the slug fly,
Pray for my sins, I hope I find Heaven close to me,
Try to be godly but these haters provokin me,
Pull the shotty want them dead is what my heart say,
My hard head make me learn shit the hard way,
Dodging the fedz ain't the easy way to live, care,
But nigga do it everyday to make a meal stack,
Your phone tapped, under surveillance, secretly indicted,
Being watched daily, livin shady just to drive a Mercede,
And fucking ladies, who making babies used against you,
Gettin the ends to be the main nigga you be a friend too,
How can begin to explain the pain,
Can you stay in the rain,
Used to be a simple thing, but the game done changed,
Now slanging caine is a lifestyle,
Risking your freedom just to ball for a short while,
Gettin buckwild on the street up on Westside,
Downtown Atlanta, while we ride some of the best die,
From cocking hammers of these Tec-9s and .45s,
Excuse my grammar; but it's fucked up how time fly,
It seem like yesterday we play until our days was nights,
And yesterday, I just put flowers at his gravesite and that ain't right,

[Outro: Kalage]
All I know,
Is I'd been down this road before,
This ain't the first time, won't be the last,
I gotta slow down cause I'm living too fast,
It's time to admit I need some help,
Still living with my momma, can't feed myself,
Life ain't about who straight, who real, who fake, and who gay,
It's about who pray,

[Chorus]
I'm so sick of being lonely
Every night while my man goes out with his homies
I wanna know how it feels to be loved, be loved..

[Interlude]
Any other night, you'd be at home waitin' on me, yeah (What's goin' on?)
Any other night, you'd be actin' like a bugaboo, ooh(What's goin' on?)
Any other night, you'd be callin' me, stallin' me, ha(What's goin' on?)
Any other other night, I can guarantee a page from you, ooh(What's goin' on?)

[Verse 1]
Hmmm, but tonight seem different
Man, it's about this fishy (I'm so confused)
Cuz I ain't even get shhhh
My wife ain't hit me on my pager or cell
And when I CALL HER, I keep gettin' the damn voice mail
What's goin' on? Yeah I know I'm wrong
For goin' and comin' home at 'bout four in the mornin
'Hopin' ya "Home Alone" like Caulkin
But I picked the wrong time, and respect will be expected

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2: Trina]
You can't play the Diamond mami foolish like Ashanti
You gotta convince me nigga if you really want me
Tell me what happened to the Tiffany gifts
And all the quality time and Caribbean trips
Now you creep with them freaks every night of the week
I'll see you 7:45 by the side of ya street
I'm sick of being lonely, I'm ready to creep
You out trickin with ya homies, I'm hittin the streets
What

Now U...
[Verse 3]
AHH, don't finish yo statement
You alone call me, I'll be yo replacement
Put me in the game coach, you can let that lame go
Let me lick you on your neck and go down to yo ankles
Cuz ain't no mo' better, freakier feller
From the Field to creep wit', when ya guys are dummy
Honey you lookin' good, and mo' gooder than a late of neck bones
Tenderized and yummy, the Energizer bunny can't compete with me
Cuz I be goin' and goin', rowin'
With mo' motion than ya ocean from night to mornin'
Hit it huffin' and puffin', breath stankin' and yawnin'
Something so pretty as you at home alone
That's unbelieveable, like when the cow jumped over the moon
Now, I never put nothin' before you
That's like eatin' cereal, pickin' a fork over a spoon

[Chorus]

...this is a jazzie fizzle product-shizzle, ma nizzle
ha, jazzie fay, field mob (fieldmob)
toricka (and trina)
its beautiful daddy, ja mon...