Decatur Psalm

I call the 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 nigga's shit in New Dimensions Get to the crib so I can call Big Slate up And tell 'em the 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 player card 'Cause them Red Dog police know we homeboys Just tell everybody who owe us a dime It's the great, hoe '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 gettin' caught like a lame It won't be over 'til that big girl from Decatur sing It won't be over 'til that big girl from Decatur sing East Point police don't know a damn thing (Yeah, it won't be over, check this out) Can you see what I be hearin' 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 didn't come to court On a Tuesday, April Fool's Day, don't get caught slippin' Leavin' the keys off in the ignition, makin' me guilty by suspicion Penny pinchers trying to stack for '96 Buyin' another Fleetwood, Diamond took it, so know we's in the mix I need to take my ass to the crib and drop the baby off 'Cause them niggas 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 (uh) 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 nigga steady dippin' It ain't over (why that? Why that?) 'Til the bitch open her mouth up And sing (yeah) Took me a long time to get here Long time, man I'm talking about, years, and years Ridin' past funeral fields holdin' bodies of my peers If you don't educate yo'self Now how the fuck you gonna understand how you 'posed to get paid? Niggas walk around get with shade tree ass ways Fuck a fade, let my hair drag Back and forth like a see-saw Jumping Lily, to lilypad dag Lookin' to get my Goodie feel I'm broke in like some old men Who'd stop dem or would stop I'm droppin' lines for the big plot 16 is when I started this dream It's '96, I'm in yo' face Can you hear that bitch scream? It won't be over til that big girl from Decatur sing