Corrección Letra Prey 4 Da Sheep par Goodie Mob

Featuring(s) : Big Boi

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Letra

You write, really? Scribble, scribble, dilly dabble, brother
Clear with the math numbers, gassed off him
No mercy, didn't grow up in the projects though
Do you like a cholo, Southern boy up in the polo
Lenny's done turned to green rock, fire in the sky
Wish my folks wouldn't kill
Wish my partner wouldn't deal
Police got eyes in here
Looking for my people, just in case they had full fever
Bill Gates wouldn't tag a mutant like a dog
Slaughterhouse is full of hogs
Politics got me dancing like a stripper
You lil' foul mouth bitch playing traffic

Dungeon family is the clique
We reach into the goodie bag and we'll let any nigga have it
In no particular order, so what's happening?

Things ain't always what it seems
What's worse, selling dope or selling dreams?
Let 'em row your boat, they'll leave you upstream
Lost in the Matrix, prey for the sheep
Prey for the sheep
Things ain't always what it seems
What's worse, selling dope or selling dreams?
Let 'em row your boat, they'll leave you upstream
Lost in the Matrix, prey for the sheep
Prey for the sheep

Everybody play it dumb
The sum of all fears, it appears to have the general public numb
So some run to guns store quick to buy gun
And clips for the sticks of hundred round drums
Now who really want the smoke when it's time to pump-pump?
Only chump jump a nigga that's down for 1-on-1
I am 1 of 1 original, physical and digital
Copies, they get bodied, we don't give f*ck who you listen to
Yeah we glistening too, balling in the whole bit
We giving power through knowledge straight from this pool pit
They preying on the sheep while the flock flocks
It's the end of days, watch the tick-tock

Top of knockles, seen a guard charging through the gang
Full speed ahead, smoke 'em like a freight train
All work, no play, found [?]
Blood sweat and tears from the cradle to the grave
Glitch in the game, operation break the switch
Like a high, catch 'em waitin' on a wild bitch
Scanned, damn now everybody tryna run their plate
f*ck a ring, f*ck a trophy, just tat a tate
Like it's cake, well it ain't, hang in your face
Redshirt, khaki pants like my name was Jake
Wake and bake, big steak like a wordsmith
Got a million of our kinfolk, don't even trip

Being black is a blessing and a curse
Living with the pain and the hurt
Take a stand as a word
Concentrating thinking of a master plan
Got a mic and the black as I sat with the concept
Just wanna raise my kids right, protect them at all costs
And never to fall off
You thought that I would, I'm reaching higher than ever
To levels infested with devils and snakes
I see the hate in your eyes when I walk by
Taught by your people, to hate black people
Take the sheep 'til they're severed on the church
Organized, come together, let's work
Get this money man

Things ain't always what it seems
What's worse, selling dope or selling dreams?
Let 'em row your boat, they'll leave you upstream (They will)
Lost in the Matrix, prey for the sheep
Prey for the sheep
Things ain't always what it seems
What's worse, selling dope or selling dreams?
Let 'em row your boat, they'll leave you upstream
Lost in the Matrix, prey for the sheep
Prey for the sheep

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