Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Angelic Wars, artist - Goodie Mob. Date of issue: 23.09.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Angelic Wars |
| No ego trippin', just growin' old |
| All up when I’m feelin' cold |
| Cause pain up on my soul seems to be all I feel |
| Watchin' my family fall apart, was all I never wanted to see |
| Cause I got love for one another |
| I’d kill for my only brother, even though he might be wrong |
| At times I’m gon' do what I got to do to come through every scary moment |
| Just brought us closer which kept us down |
| Remember them days when southwest Atlanta wasn’t even 'round |
| So out the reds to wet it |
| And say they actin' brains, relaxin' |
| And steady stackin' and pistol packin' |
| And trackin' is tired |
| I set it off! |
| I don’t be sittin' in a trap slangin' lil' peewees |
| Tell Mike, «Damn I’m 'bout to mess up my re-up money» |
| See, I used to wear my shoes until I couldn’t no more |
| Now I hit the store, when the lace get old |
| I wear Calhoun jeans cause I don’t like Calvin |
| I relate to my folks |
| To make you think this 'bout my third album |
| This supposed to be the times when the moon and the sky turn purple |
| So watch this full circle |
| Black wire touch red |
| Red wire touch black |
| Me and Big Slate got this drop wit some gator backs |
| And I’m thinkin' 'bout how much I make |
| He get the rims, I get the system and we leave him the tapes |
| Ya know what I’m sayin' |
| Who gives a damn about catchin' a charge |
| It’s been a while since I seen my boys |
| One time for my potnas who got out today |
| Back on the grind, did that time, got that hide-away |
| Okay (that's right) |
| I just got to say |
| Two times for the crook who just got away |
| It done got so quiet now, I can here a rat piss |
| On cotton, one apple sport the whole |
| Barrel rotten |
| What it mean when you see the sun and the moon shinin' |
| At the same time |
| This God’s way, you dug your own grave |
| The righteous path was laid |
| But you chose to go astray |
| Ay, out the war shit |
| Wakin' up in a cold sweat |
| Through the same ol' skit |
| Genocide |
| ]From the inside, look a pit |
| You lie, never killed nobody |
| Let’s take it to the ol' school |
| No you can’t |
| Hands shakin' like a dog shittin' fish hooks |
| Don’t stare |
| Can’t help the crooked look |
| It came with the face |
| I used to steal from my folks |
| But now I’m straight |
| Went through the neighborhood rat’s pockets books |
| Ooh |
| You missin' somethin' of value |
| We have you, got you |
| Jumpin', dumb bitch, you gets nothin' |
| Nobody knows the trouble I have seen |
| My homeboy MD write me from the? |
| 24−7, hell or Heaven, it ain’t no tellin' |
| Will it be mo' sunshine for the due time felon |
| They gave him 10, do 3, self year, probation |
| Law leaders not, unto no temptation |
| Yall know how it be |
| You make a monkey move, lay yourself on the street |
| You’ll understand me |
| They don’t care nuttin' 'bout you |
| In that cold cell |
| Can’t do nuttin' but take what them folk give me |
| I’m dead serious |
| Them folk givin' away time |
| Just to show us the good Lord keep lettin' the sun shine |
| One time for them niggas who got out today |
| And my folks on stokes |
| ?? |
| just westward on Olympian Way |
| Uh-huh |
| And I just got to say |
| Two times for the crook who just got away |
| «Uh-huh. |
| Believe that.» |
| «Uh-huh. |
| Believe that.» |