In these troublin' times
A nigga like me be thinkin' of rhymes
That makes my quarters nickels
Plus my pennies and my dimes stack
Don't be lookin' 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 too much attention
I gotta protect my own therefore
I'm heated just like a kitchen
Full of pots and pan Glocks 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 one's I'm losin'
But naw we don't see it that way
In '94 this is the real no time for play play
Betta believe the playas on the loot
Need to get they head screwed on tight
When it really get down to the nitty grit
Who gone fight pipe down
'Cause ain't no better time
To crank it up than right now
We gots to see rump crum down here
And I don't hear nobody disagreein'
Orga-no-I-z-e-Mr. D.J. and me and Big Boi

So don't spend yo whole life
Livin' it for the white
You got a 9 to 5 and now
You choose to live it right
You takin' yo ass to the Army
'Cause you scared of Revolution
I'm writing everyday to stop that brain pollution
I got a baby on the way that stress is in my chest
I'm eighteen years of age and black so I can picture less
I'm smokin' and drinkin' e'ryday
So play your fuckin' job
Educated and black I will resort to rob

See why in the muthafuck
Do niggas be acting up
Do they want me to grab my shit
And lettin' that pistol go ruck
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 be-I-G be chokin' 'em out
And then I bounces
I got that lyrical flow to make
A hoe pull up her skirt
I drunk that herk & 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
See 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
Now suckas need to quit it
'Cause it's real


Well it's that nigga that be
Wearing Nautica V-necks
And Polo sweats
I got some food up in yo thoughts
And that cess off in yo chest
See livin' up in the dungeon
Where we stayed in '93
See that nigga the be-I-G be-O-I
That be me
And when we rock it
Niggas be jocking just like ?
You snitch I fucked yo bitch
See and my niggas G'd that hoe
On the South side of Camelton 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 packin' 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 my clothes is hurtin'

Now shit done got boring ass
Molin' when excess closed down
But niggaz kept sewin' shearin'
Stirrin' bein' the pharm assistant that missed
Of the folks but some people
Tend to joke about this
But it's really dead spirits
You can bet my lyrics
Now ya wonder why that we
Done stopped and got serious
Wantin' to know where I'm from
And where I need to be
Now that I know comfortable
Living give me meat
Can I get back 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 livin' in a world
Where in nobody do you trust
Then hush never became a major trade
But us in major trouble
'Cause we made a too many mistakes
Off in the past
Thinkin' you could make it this world
And now we laugh 'cause it's all faults (Chorus starts here)
Either way ya go ya gotta pay the cost of the mic wind

I'm hangin' with the G-O-O-D-I-E Mob Nigga yeah

Takin' you a li'l higher knowwhatI'msayin' when you learnin' when you
Burnin' up that smoke so you can choke on my quotes
And get my * down yo throat you just don't understand
YouknowwhatI'msayin' Organized Noize for '95 Bitch!

Lyrics submitted by ruben

"Phobia" as written by Benjamin Bailey

Lyrics © BMG Rights Management

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