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Artist: DJ Muggs f/ Goodie Mob
Album:  Soul Assassins
Song:   Decisions, Decisions
Typed by: Anthony

Atlanta: Gateway to the South

[Verse 1: Big Gipp]
It's a strain man, living in these veins man
Suckin on a piece of sugar cane, jerk the chain
Take the ween out the throat
We never wash away the pain, so let the stain soak
What's the new wave, I dips fingertips
carry language, computer ray half dead removed
Swimsuits with green bags
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: T-Bu]
Osmosis, with that thang up under the pillow crush
Caught in the crossfire between Yankees and 49ers
Rivals, but the South, remain calm
Neutral but we see blood that make homeboys hate at each other's lives
Over colours and thangs, that they can bring
To the next plain, but the toots in blue, badges
Who are the biggest gangs? 
In Babylon, dyin slowly but surely
Malicious drivers with hairpin triggers
On the loose like juice
And white America couldn't stand it
LAPD planted incriminatin evidence
Jurors under gag order
But we talkin outside the courtrooms
Shootin birds at the judges
Fuck Tex and co with plug us out on racial slurs
Destroyin documents of complaints from black workers

The battles 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 choosin?
Decisions, Decisions to make
Decisions, Decisions to make

[Verse 3: Khujo]
Legalise the dope and make paper
Think it's time to pull another caper 
outta my bag of tricks
These niggas ain't recognisin how they usin us to get rich
Niggas dyin and shit
I putta, broke my back for the stress
That's what I did when I was a kid
Always had the thought of doin a bid
In the back of my mind, a life of crime
was the last resort, I knew that goin to court drama wasn't likely
An extremist, like a chemist
Cookin up a pan like a witch doctor
Stroll beside cha like a thousand volts
Over the edge of the hope with the CIA sellin coke
To make their bloat vote up the river King Louie
Liquor sipper as I strategise 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 nigga?

[Verse 4: Cee-Lo]
The relentless realism regardless represents
South West goes out possess the manifest that's heaven sent
What's said is meant to the fullest extent
No nonsense because my conscience wouldn't be content
For just a little wealth, a little fame
But your mind-frame will keep you living the same
And it's a shame that niggas would settle with the ghetto, huh
Hoes and some clothes that ain't makin what you suppose
Cause your eyes close to what your contract shows
in fine print, they gotta get back every cent you spent
You content cuz, you do what everybody does
The industry don't change you from the person you was
Knee-deep in the struggle
Two part-time jobs to juggle
Gotta 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, hopin 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 snortin lines
Your life defines the misconception of stayin down
You can't be influenced by everybody you hang round
You shoulda been more appreciative
of the life that you were blessed to live
A hundred percent is what you got to give
Cos ain't no tellin, your bullshit start smellin
And you wonder why your record ain't sellin
no more, endin up with no dough
and no respect back in the projects
in building 23, right next door to me, hehehehheheh

[Chorus] + [Hook]