Shit man
Nigga gotta gone and got damn
Get the shit straight when I got damn get out
Well shit
This what really goin down
Whassup my nigga another day the same shit
Punk ass C.O.’s on a nigga dick
Got me up at three o’clock cookin eggs and grits
I’m a cheifa C.P I can’t take this shit
Tryin to hold a nigga down in this country ass town
I’m used to smokin chronic movin pounds
They got a nigga on some “Sir yessir, left right left”
Throw me in a hole if my ass outta step
They treat you like a motherfuckin slave
Dopefiends, cryin Jesus, swear they saved
Niggaz better get they game tight
Cause these crackers tryin to take a nigga life and they rights
I’m surrounded by fake-ass crooks
They swear they kingpins but don’t have money on they books
I hear so many lies it make me sick
These niggaz call ballin sellin dimes and nicks
I can’t wait til the day they let me go
So I can eat some steak and shrimp
grab a mic, and bust a flow
I’m Outtie 5 nigga lights out
Hold it down on the streets until the day that I get out
I’m out man

[Big Boi]
Yea..
Somebody hit me the other day for a rendezvous
Was it the bitch that fucked the Goodie and the Dungeon Crew
Let’s say her name was Suzy Skrew cause she SCREWED a lot
Makin a nigga hit that chonk at legitimate spots
Not no parks backseats or things of that nature
Had to hate ya playa I’m dickin the hoe down never said I paid her
Straight laid her slayed the bitch like Darth Daver, made her
From College Park and Fayette, all the way down to Decatur
Like Jada, her wig was sharp and sporty, that was shorty
Safe as a snake on eggs in a Beamer eight-hundred-forty
It’s foggy, I went to the crib to call her but she lost me
My baby mamma beeped seven o’clock it’s gonna cost me
but I still wanna cut her though, maybe she had to work
I caught her in the mall, wearin a real tight skirt
She was, fine as FUCK, I wanted to sex the hoe up
She said, “Let’s hit the parking lot so I can sick your duck”
I said, “Cool, I really wanted to cut you but this’ll do.
I gotta pick up my daughter plus my baby mamma beeped me too.”
She said she understood then everything was kosher
I gave her a Lil’ Will CD, and a fuckin poster
It’s like that now
It’s like that now, you better go on
and get, the hump, up out your back now
It’s about four, or five, cats
off in my ‘Llac now
We just, shoot, game in the
form of story rap now (yeah)
It’s like that now, it’s like that now
[Andre Benjamin]
Now Suzy Skrew had a partna named Sasha (Sasha), Thumper (Thumper)
I remember her number like the summer
when her and Suzy yeah they threw a slumber – – party
but you can not call it that cause it was slummer
Well it was more like spend the night
Three in the morning yawnin dancin under street lights
We chillin like a villain and a nigga feelin right
in the middle of the ghetto on the curb, but in spite
all of the bullshit we on our back starin at the stars above
(aww man) Talkin bout what we gonna be when we grow up
I said what you wanna be, she said, “Alive” (hmm)
It made me think for a minute, then looked in her eyes
I coulda died, time went on, I got grown
Rhyme got strong, mind got blown, I came back home
to find lil Sasha was gone
Her mamma said she with a nigga that be treatin her wrong
I kept on singin my song and hopin at a show
that I would one day see her standin in the front row
But two weeks later she got found in the back of a school
With a needle in her arm, baby two months due, Sasha Thumper
It’s like that now, you better go on
and get, the hump, up out your back now
It’s about four, or five, cats
off in my ‘Llac now
We just, shoot, game in the
form of story rap now (yeah)
It’s like that now, it’s like that now
It’s like that now, you better go on
and get, the hump, up out your back now
It’s about four, or five, cats
off in my ‘Llac now
We just, shoot, game in the
form of story rap now (yeah)
It’s like that now, it’s like that now
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[Andre Benjamin]
Yea yea yea yeah yah yo
Baby did you hear that yea baby I heard it too
Look out the window golly the sky is electric blue
Mamma Earth is dyin and cryin because of you
Rainin cats and jackles all shackles disintegrate to residue
Silly mortals haven’t a clue
as to what the fuck is goin on
I’m on the telephone dialin the Dungeon
“Hello?” This Dre bring the MP and the SP
Meet me at the center of the earth and travel carefully
Baby grab the baby cause baby it ain’t much time
Mamma Earth is tossin and turnin and that’s our sign
Omega Nigga IFO’s are landin in Decatur
Hope I’m not over your head but if so you will catch on later
Play the track, guess she could not take it anymo’
Rapin her heavenly body like a hoe, coochie so’
from niggaz constantly fuckin her never lovin her never showin
appreciation bustin nuts in her face when they done
[Big Boi]
The sky is fallin nobody ballin they done gave back they guns
for some tickets to the playoffs but the Hornets they won
Nigga we SLUM, kept all the guns, I gotta protect my family
I drove the biggest thing at the house
cause I knew they’d try to ram me, but I’m stabbing
Makin a path on expressways, the best way I know how
Up in the sky, East-West, no clouds
Him comin now, fuck that money now, I ask my honey how
she feeling and is Jordan okay, yeah yeah she’s chillin
We should be in the Dungeon shortly
Ain’t nobody on they porch see
Approachin the final exit
I’m thinkin I see four horsies but I don’t though
Nigga you WON’T know, until it’s on ya
I put that on my dope boys from A-Town to California
All the weed smell like ammonia
but at the Dungeon I know they smokin
Writin the raps and doin the beats to make this last recording
Fuck abortion, I got in the booth to run the final portion
The beat was very dirty and the vocals had distor-TION *echoes*
{sung in a low voice over and over}
All’s well, nothing’s well
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Greetings earthlings. Take me to your leader(Ooh Shit!)

Chorus: repeat 2X

D.E.E.P. you want to go D.E.E.P. I’ll take ya D.E.E.P.
You know you fucked up when you let my mind creep
Deeper than the page of a book let me look
You let me hit the stage that’s when I got my folks hooked like…

[Dre]
Deeper than deep dish hammers and vogues
Deeper fish in the O(cean)
I got my gun I’ll stamp out like Coast Guards
You boast hard, you’ll get your salty ass crumbled like erb, word (hey man)
You heard it here first with your master plan in reverse
I ain’t the one with the curse, so disperse, yes, catchin blades
Niggaz catchin AIDS, niggaz gettin sprayed, niggaz on they way
To a dead end, you won’t catch me spreadin no white thighs
I only see afro bitches up in my eyes
I don’t eat no beef and surely not no pork
I used to drink that 8, but now I shove it down your throat
Quote, ‘If they kill they own folks, what you think they gonna do to you?’
I’m Outkasted and claimin true
Aimin two at your muthafuckin spine
No, I make that three cuz I don’t wanna hear you whine
Swine, got my folks blind, like Stevie
Me be, wonderin when I’m gonna see the end
Andre ‘gain slammin backs like King acts
Over Organized tracks full of facts
So you know that it’s D.E.E.P.

chorus: (2X)

[Big Boi]
Well, you want me to get D.E.E.P., well then, I will
What? What will happen if you shoot that nigga and don’t kill
He will come back and return like Lalah Hathaway
Aimin for your skull, yeah I’m flexin on you that a way
So if you pullin a tool, nigga you better use it
Cuz if you’re threatenin my life, better believe I’ll be a fool with it
I don’t take no shit from nobody, I gots the Goodie Mo crew right beside of me
Damn, no pain, no gain, some I’mma hurt you
Breakin knees and elbows like I used to break my curfew
My mama used to tell me if a nigga ever hit me
Just to pick up the closest thing and knock the living shit out of he
So if you run up, you get done up, I’mma end it
Throw the gun up out the window, see the corner that I bent it
It’s just so simple when we get so D.E.E.P.
Learn a lesson, pick up the album when it hits the streets like…

chorus: (2X)

[Dre]
No, I ain’t never been pimped by the system
That’s because I ain’t no slave
Don’t be tryin to sunbathe, never lived off in no cave
Bloody old chap and in this head of mine is full of naps
And the only thing I know is how to fuck and how to rap
Y’all think I’m stupid cuz I shoots ’em up like cupid
And if you gave me a basketball, I’ll show you how to shoot it
My head’s polluted cuz I’m truly bobbin to the bottom
If a pair of Jordan’s came out, y’all figure that I got ’em
But no I don’t because I don’t be havin fun
The gold that I am wearin is really made out of bronze
It weighs a ton and makin my neck turn green
And I got a criminal record that will never come clean
Oh, and it seems that I make babies like a rabbit
And then never taking care of them has just become a habit
I grab my tablet and get busy with the pen
Y’all could not be just like me if y’all was my twin
So you get mad and try to make me inferior
You pissin me off, I’m in that ass like interior
Oh, step in my Cadillac, let’s ride through the hood
Eh, why don’t you roll that window down so you can see it real good
And take a look at all the pimps and all the pushers and the players
That’s livin on a whim, thin ice and a prayer
Oh and mayor, can I get a little backup
Please don’t let them pussy muthafuckas put that flag up
But let me shut up cuz they say we need dough
Whenever the fuck out record comes out in 1994
Yeah, yes sir, it’s like that
Gonna take y’all deep, so go back

chorus: (2X)

[Big Boi]
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Verse One (Andre):
Yeah… Intro-national, underground,
Thunder bounce when I stomp the ground, (Whoo!)
Like a million elephants or silverback orangutans,
You can?t stop my train,
Who want some, Don?t come unprepaired,
I?ll be there, but when I leave there,
Better be a house on Maine,
Weatherman tellin? us it ain?t gon? rain,
So now we sittin? in a drop-top soakin? wet,
In a silk suit, tryin? not to sweat,
Hittin? somersaults without the net,
But this?ll be the year that we won?t forget,
One-nine-nine-nine, And around me anything goes,
Be what you wanna be, Long as you know,
Consequenses are given,
For livin? defensless,
Too hot to jump in jail,
Too low to dig, I might just touch hell, (HOT!)
Get a life, now they on sale,
Then I might catch you a spell, Look at what came in the mail,
A scale and some Arm & Hammer,
Charcoal grill and a baby mamma,
Black Cadillac and a pack of pampers,
Stack of questions, wit? no answers,
Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS,
Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for days,
Get back home, things are wrong,
Well, not really, it was bad all along,
Fo? you left assed out to a ball of power,
Lost at a thousand miles per hour,
Hello, ghetto, let yo? brain? free,
Believe there?s always mo?… Ooowww!!!

Chorus:
Don?t pull the thang out unless you plan to bang…
Bombs over Baghdad, yeah…
Don?t even bang unless you plan to hit some-thang…
Bombs over Baghdad, yeah…
(Repeat)




Verse Two (Big Boi):
Uno, dos, tres, it?s on,
Did ya ever think a pimp rock the microphone,
Like that there, boi, but we still stay street,
Big thangs happen every time we meet,
Like a track team, craft ain?t dyin? a geek,
Outkast bumpin? up and down the streets,
Slam back Cadillac, ?bout five …(Blank)…
75 emcees fresstylin? to the beat,
?Cause we get crunk, stay crunk at the club,
Should of bought a ounce, but ya caught the dubs,
Shoulda held back, but ya throwed the punch,
?Posed to meet ya girl, but ya packed the lunch,
No G-to-the-U-to-the-G fa you,
Got a son on the way by the name of Bamboo,
Got a little baby girl for a year, Jordan,
Never turn my back on my kids for them,
Shoulda hit it… Quit it… Rag top…
Before ya reek up, get a lab… top
Make a business for yourself, boy, sell some golds,
Make a phat diamond outta dust and coal,
Record number four, but we on a roll,
Hold up, slow up, stop, control,
Like Janet, planet, Stankonia, it?s on ya,
Movin? like Floyd, comin? straight to Florida,
Block all ya windows and block the corridors,
Pullin? off my belt ?cause the women?s in order,
Like three piece fish, boy I cut ya daughter,
Yo quiero Taco Bell, then I hit the border,
Pity pap rapper, tryin? to get to five,
I?m a microphone fiend, tryin? to stay alive,
When ya come to ATL, boy, ya bet? not hide,
?Cause the Dungeon Family gon? ride… HAH!

Chorus

Guitar solo…