Rap-a-Lot Records - Good n***a lyrics

[Big Gipp] We fixin' run this sh** We fixin' to put our own sh** out [Verse 1: Big Gipp] From A-Town, so I'ma put up my hood You pay for what chu' get, determines whether you chief ridin' Live, keep good If a job don't find you, struggle usually will Mostly attracted at this sk**, makin' you feel Ugly inside, huh, and the feel pretty about my lifestyle Cause I get mine, apartment complex and services since I was a child So it ain't sh** for me to clamp down on my hearts Uh, try Mr. Ed, throwin' bow in the middle where n***as don't dance All they do is scrap I signed the club and back of n***as trucks Master told ya how it get, I sell more drug fire Run away slave and challenges growin' up Ya sh**'s shaved and bathed Hit the stage and split it four ways Then after they end up in state You be so raged like you can't really get Scarface Rap-A-Lot slashed away But don't be too star struck to realize What's being done to you on a regular basis Plus it's never been education Still workin' for the white man Still got em' pissed off in this custom Shave yo head, trim yo bill And don't forget to get real Watch you grill, some wounds never heal So we erasin' motivated hate crimes [Chorus: Cee-Lo] Yeah, well I'm a truth n***a Not a brand new n***a A do what I gotta do n***a A just like you n***a A just tryin' to make it through n***a Like I should n***a, hood n***a I'm a good n***a Yeah, well I'm a truth n***a Not a brand new n***a A do what I gotta do n***a A just like you n***a A just tryin' to make it through n***a Like I should n***a, hood n***a I'm a good n***a [Verse 2: Khujo] It's the A-Town slum all up in the mic Need to ride the Converse, switch it up with the Nike Smokin' Wayne reds and them o-r blunts Candy apple Lac with the rght on the trunk Somewhere, some fell man soft and hard Always would chase paper to stop my heart Wasn't on anything that ain't me, trust this To my cousin, set free I'ma drop this I got sh** that'll go through walls And when I click, it ain't no laws We get buck, crunk from here to Houston Rockin' straw hats, drinkin' outta big jars Swirvin' into big ships scopin' out the next way to get paid Gotta a phone call from Lil' J [Cee-Lo & Khujo] OK we on the way y'all (OK we on the way homeboy) OK we on the way y'all (OK we on the way homeboy) [Chorus] [Verse 3: Cee-Lo] Well I don't wanna take too much of ya time But cha' now how I get when I start to rhyme Come on, something gets in him and he starts talking the talk Get up in yo mind and provokin' the thought OK I teach the day, yesterday for the day we died Everyday like everything is OK They good, they down for they pride, they down for they side They down for they ride, they always try, they die n***as ain't real when they rappin' So I put my crackin' to casual cappin' Statistics waitin' to happen Oh, and let me tell ya what's next I'm used to braggin' macho, be gettin' Rolex They gonna take ya baby mama welfare check Cause I'ma for real, up in the projects And what they say, realize the blow Shake that thang cause you can't make money no mo' We searchin' but we ain't got no strategies that fold Ya gon' lose when the pack is on roll, for sho' Oh and it's on but do what cha' what cha' want I just want it to be known, and I'm gone f**in' with the 5th Ward and the 4th it's on [Chorus] [Verse 4: T-Mo] Misunderstood is a good n***a goin' un-reported Coke be goin' sold next homicides, drive by's (Da, da, da) At my spot, at the angel spot so hot That we don't even see y'all pa**in' us by Leavin' although we exhibit the pain So much pain for a young, ready to gun n***a Watch out for the day, thinkin' bout the Dirty past, with the future bout to bust you in ya face You didn't know that Ghetto Boys and Goodie Mob was in the place We workin' on a punk a** n***a That thought this motherf**in' sh** was flirt Bad n***as work and I'ma work And give me love when we hit the scene Ya know what I mean [Chorus]