Intro/Chorus: Cee Lo  
  
 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  
  
 (Big Gipp)  
  
 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 Abbotsville  
 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  
  
 (Cee-Lo)  
  
 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  
  
 (T-Bu)  
  
 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 ???? ????  
 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-I-E 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  
  
 (Khujo)  
  
 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 ???? ???? is to keep on 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 grits, 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 fuck ????  
 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 its knees  
 Deep burgundy, haemmorage and internally....  
 B-L-O-O-D.....  
  
 Hmm, yeah, uhh  
  
 Outro/Chorus: Cee-Lo  
  
 It's a shame, when niggas gon' realise we're the same  
 You helpin the enemy win the game  
 If you a player, use precision, don't make a decision in haste  
 You're blood is a terrible thing to waste  
  
 It's a shame, when niggas gon' realise we're the same  
 You helpin the enemy win the game  
 If you a player, use precision, don't make a decision in haste  
 You're blood is a terrible thing to waste  
 We all blood.