Decatur Psalm

I call da crib they say ("Breeze you ain't know?")

I say, "What?" ("Big Time got popped in his Benzo")

I said, "Damn, man, I'm riding in his Lexus"

I'm 'bout to dump this ****'s shit in New Dimensions

Get to the crib so I can call Big Slate up

And tell 'em da money man done slipped and got his throat cut

And everything that we took from the warehouse

I heard somebody talkin' 'bout it at the White House

Man, I thought you said that this job was for me and you

I ain't know that Bill Clampett wanted some too

You tell his folks that I'm sorry 'bout that Lexus

I'm 'bout to dip and see my sister up in, nah

Can't even tell you where I put my extra playa card

'Cause them Red Dog police know we homeboys

Just tell everybody who owe us a dime

It's the great "Ho, round up yo' money" time

I got to have mine, then I'm outta here

Take a loss, come back up just like Coco Grier

Ain't got to worry 'bout yo' partner getting caught like a lame

It won't be over till that big girl from Decatur sang

(It won't be over till that big girl from Decatur sang)

(East Point police don't know a damn thang)

It won't be over

Check this out

Can you see what I be hearing?

Talkin' to spirits when I sleep

Peep this out real quick, Slick

We gets on this beat and speak about that pimp shit

That walk with that limp shit, that hemp shit

Lookin' up in your face I see a coward and a dimwit

Lookin' to run up in my private home just like you was the folks

Servin' a warrant to a baby daddy, who do they come to quote?

On a Tuesday, April Fool's Day, don't get caught slipping

Leaving the keys off in the ignition, making me guilty by suspicion

Penny pinchers tryin' to stack for Ninety-six

Buyin' another fleetwood, Diamond took it, so now we's in the mix

I need to take my ass to the crib and drop the baby off

'Cause them **** at the corner sto'

Been lookin' at me for too long

Starin' like accidents on highways

High days are better than sober ones

Don't be biased, but I know it has to come

So I put two in the sky to let them know I'm babysittin'

Y'all don't know nothin 'bout Big Boi

'Cause that **** steady dippin'

It ain't over

Why that, why that, why that?

Till the bitch open her mouth up and sang

Took me a long time to get here

Long time, man

I'm talkin' about years and years

Riding past funeral fields holding bodies of my peers

If you don't educate yourself

Now how the fuck you gonna understand

How you 'posed to get paid?

**** walk around get with shade tree ass ways

Fuck a fade, let my hair drag

Back and forth like a see-saw

Jumpin' Lily to Lilypad Dad

Looking to get my Goodie feel

I'm broke in like some old men

Who'd stop them or would stop?

I'm dropping lines for the big plot

Sixteen is when I started to dream

It's ninety-six I'm in your face

Can you hear that bitch scream?

(It won't be over till that big girl from Decatur sang)