text: The feeling of being 12 years old and waking up in the middle
  Of the night and somebody in yo room
  Your heart starts beating so fast, you can hear it pumping
  The veins in your temples pulsate as you stare at the intruder
  Then after a few minutes, you realize he aint moving
  So finally you let em hang and turn on the light
  And the killer turns into your coat throwed over the chair
  The feeling of sitting at the red light early in the morning
  And two or three motherfuckers cross the street
  Your senses heighten, reflexes sharpen, visions enhanced Adrenaline flows
  As they rush across the street, you leave the print from the heater grip in your palm
  Then your heart rate and breathing drag back to normal as you realize these niggas just going to the store
  Many of us mistake phobia for true fear
  Whereas fear is a gift from God to be used for self-preservation
  Phobia are obstacles strategically placed in society by opposers of positive existence
  Through stereotyping, innuendo, false documentation, and glorification, theyll turn your fear switch to a permanent on We can change this by changing the small truth within the lie
  Death is a small price to pay for respect
  Death is a small price to pay for respect
  You know who it is; you know what it is
  Peace out
  In these troubling times, a nigga like me be thinking of rhymes
  That makes my quarters, nickels, plus my pennies and my dimes stack
  Dont be looking for trouble, it be finding me
  Try turning the other cheek
  I understand but never mind that
  Yes sir, guess the light is getting dim
  At the end of the tunnel tried to hit me for my rims
  I never thought thirty spokes could attract so much attention
  I gotta protect my own therefore Im heated just like a kitchen
  Full of pots and pan, Glocks in hand
  Shots, rung out like ringin the bells
  And then that sucker nigga ran
  Damn, I never thought that it would come to this conclusion
  The folks that throwed us on them boats should be the ones Im bruisin
  But naw, we dont see it that way
  In 94 this is the real, it aint no time for play play
  Better believe the playas on the loose
  Need to get they head screwed on tight
  When it really get down to the nitty grit, who gon fight?
  Pipe, down
  Cause aint no better time to crank it up than right now
  We gots the Seagram crunk down here
  And I dont hear nobody disagreeing
  Orga-no-i-z-e, Mr. D.J. and me and Big Boi
  So dont spend your whole life
  Living it for the white
  You got a 9-to-5 and now you choose to live it right
  You taking your ass to the Army cause you scared of revolution
  Im writing every day to stop that brain pollution
  I got a baby on the way, the cess is in my chest
  Im 18 years of age and black so I can picture less
  Im smokin and drinkin eryday, so playa, fuck a job
  Educated and black, I will resort to rob
  See why in the muthafuck, do niggas be acting up
  Do they want me to grab my shit and be lettin that pistol go buck?
  See I be gettin stuck and stuff
  Havin to knock a nigga out about my clout
  Thats not what its about
  See yes indeed I got that weed like Daddy Q be havin them ounces
  That nigga the B-I-G be chokin em out and then I bounces
  I got that lyrical flow to make a ho pull up her skirt
  I drunk that Erk & Jerk, boi, thinkin of future things to work on
  I got my fuck on and then I took my clothes off
  Washed my nuts up in the sink and then I got more nuts off
  Cough, its time to be out, sees bein a pimp is bein a pimp
  Im dirtier than the shit on the back of a shrimp
  Now aint that foul the way a nigga can spit that style
  My nigga, I spit it, I did it, yall suckas need to quit it
  Cause its real
  So dont spend your whole life
  Living it for the white
  You got a 9-to-5 and now you choose to live it right
  You taking your ass to the Army cause you scared of revolution
  Im writing every day to stop that brain pollution
  I got a baby on the way, the cess is in my chest
  Im 18 years of age and black so I can picture less
  Im smokin and drinkin eryday, so playa, fuck a job
  Educated and black, I will resort to rob
  Well, its that nigga that be wearing Nautica V-necks and Polo sweats
  I got some food up in your thoughts and that cess off in your chest
  See, living up in the Dungeon where we stayed in 93
  See, that nigga the B-I-G B-O-I, that be me, yee
  And when we rock it, niggas be jocking just like jock itch
  You snitch, I fucked your bitch
  See and my niggas Gd that ho
  On the Southside of Campbellton Road
  No slippin in this pimpin, she was just a horny toad
  See, Im a mystery like the killing of Michael Jordans father
  Was steadily clockin the hoes when I worked at Foot Locker
  Im gettin higher than learning
  Smokin em up and then burning
  East Point is on the map and now I close the curtains
  Now shit done got boring ass
  Molin when XS closed down
  But niggas kept soarin, steerin
  Stirrin, being the pharm assistant that missed
  Other folks but some people tend to joke about this
  But its really dead serious
  You can bet my lyrics
  Now ya wonder why that we done stopped and got curious
  Wanting to know where Im from and where I need to be
  Now that I know comfortable living give me meat
  Can I get that; ya wonder why we split back
  Lure us into pitch black dark
  But I sit back and spark another one
  To leave ya discombobulated in that dust
  Living in a world where in nobody do you trust
  Then hustlin became a major trade, but...
  Us in major trouble cause we made, uh...
  Too many mistakes off in the past
  Thinkin you could make it this world and now we laugh
  Cause its all false
  Either way ya go, ya gotta pay the cost...
  So dont spend your whole life
  Living it for the white
  You got a 9-to-5 and now you choose to live it right
  You taking your ass to the Army cause you scared of revolution
  Im writing every day to stop that brain pollution
  I got a baby on the way, the cess is in my chest
  Im 18 years of age and black so I can picture less
  Im smokin and drinkin eryday, so playa, fuck a job
  Educated and black, I will resort to rob
  Spend your whole life
  Living it for the white
  You got a 9-to-5 and now you choose to live it right]
  You taking your ass to the Army cause you scared of revolution
  Im writing every day to stop that brain pollution
  I got a baby on the way, the cess is in my chest
  Im 18 years of age and black so I can picture less
  Im smokin and drinkin eryday, so playa, fuck a job
  Educated and black, hangin with the G-O-O-D-I-E Mob, nigga Yeah
  Take you a lil higher, knowwhatImsayin?
  When you learnin, when you burnin up that smoke
  So you can choke on my quote
  And get my ... down yo throat
  You just dont understand, youknowwhatImsayin?
  Organized Noize for 95, bitch!