[Intro: Big Rube]

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 ain't 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, vision's 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

They'll 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

[Verse 1: André 3000]

In these troubling times, a nigga like me be thinking of rhymes

That makes my quarters, nickels, plus my pennies and my dimes stack

Don't 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 I'm heated just like a kitchen

Full of pots and pan, Glock's 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 I'm bruisin'

But naw, we don't see it that way

In '94 this is the real, it ain't 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 ain't no better time to crank it up than right now

We gots the Seagram crunk down here

And I don't hear nobody disagreeing

Orga' No-I-Z-E, Mr. D.J., and me and Big Boi

[Chorus: Big Boi]

So don't 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

I'm writing every day to stop that brain pollution

I got a baby on the way, the cess is in my chest

I'm 18 years of age and Black, so I can picture less

I'm smokin' and drinkin' e'ryday, so playa, fuck a job

Educated and Black, I will resort to rob

[Verse 2: Big Boi]

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

That's not what it's 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, it's time to be out, sees bein' a pimp is bein' a pimp

I'm dirtier than the shit on the back of a shrimp

Now ain't that foul, the way a nigga can spit that style

My nigga, I spit it, I did it, y'all suckas need to quit it

'Cause it's real

[Chorus: Big Boi]

So don't 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

I'm writing every day to stop that brain pollution

I got a baby on the way, the cess is in my chest

I'm 18 years of age and Black, so I can picture less

I'm smokin' and drinkin' e'ryday, so playa, fuck a job

Educated and Black, I will resort to rob

[Verse 3: Big Boi]

Well, it's 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 G'd that ho

On the Southside of Campbellton Road

No slippin' in this pimpin', she was just a horny toad

See, I'm a mystery like the killing of Michael Jordan's father

Was steadily clockin' the hoes when I worked at Foot Locker

I'm gettin' Higher than Learning

Smokin' 'em up and then burning

East Point is on the map and now I close the curtains

[Verse 4: André 3000]

Now shit done got boring as 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 it's really dead serious, you can bet my lyrics

Now ya wonder why that we done stopped and got curious

Wanting to know where I'm 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 in this world and now we laugh

'Cause it's all false

Either way ya go, ya gotta pay the cost...

[Chorus: Big Boi]

So don't 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

I'm writing every day to stop that brain pollution

I got a baby on the way, the cess is in my chest

I'm 18 years of age and Black, so I can picture less

I'm smokin' and drinkin' e'ryday, 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

I'm writing every day to stop that brain pollution

I got a baby on the way, the cess is in my chest

I'm 18 years of age and Black, so I can picture less

I'm smokin' and drinkin' e'ryday, so playa, fuck a job

Educated and Black, hangin' with the G-O-O-D-I-E Mob, nigga

Yeah

[Outro: Big Boi]

Take you a lil' Higher, know what I'm sayin'?

When you Learning, when you burnin' up that smoke

So you can choke on my quote

And get my **** down yo' throat

You just don't understand, you know what I'm sayin'?

Organized Noize for '95, bitch!