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 them the money man has slipped and got his throat cut

And everything that we took from the warehouse

I heard somebody talkin' about 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

LexusI'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 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 sang"It won't be over till that big girl from Decatur sangEast Pointe police don't know a damn thangYeah, it won't be over, check this outCan you see what I be hearin'Talkin' to spirits when I sleepPeep this out real quick, slickWe gets on this beat and speakAbout that pimp shit, that walk with that limp shitThat hemp shitLookin' up in your faceI see a coward and a dim witLookin' to run up in my private homeJust like you was the folksServin' a warrant to a baby daddyWho do they come to quote?On a Tuesday, April Fool's DayDon't get caught slippin'Leavin' the keys off in the ignitionMakin' me guilty by suspicionPenny Pincher's tryin' to stack for ninety-sixBuyin' another Fleetwood, Diamond took itSo know we's in the mixI need to take my ass to the crib and drop the baby off'Cause them niggas at the corner storeBeen lookin' at me for too longThere've been like accidents on highwaysHigh days are better than sober onesDon't be biased, but I know it has to comeSo I put two in the sky to let them know I'm babysittin'Y'all don't know nothin' about Big Boi'Cause that nigga steady dippin'It ain't over, why that, why thatTill the bitch open her mouth up and sang, yeahTook me a long time to get hereLong time manI'm talkin' about years and yearsRiding past funeral fields holdin' bodies of my peersIf you don't educate yourselfNow how the fuck you gonna understandHow you 'posed to get paid?Niggas walk around, get with shade tree ass waysFuck a fade, let my hair dragBack and forth like a see-sawJumpin' Lily, to lilypad dadLookin' to get my goodie feelI'm broke in like some old menWho'd stop them or would stopI'm droppin' lines for the big plotSixteen is when I started to dreamIt's ninety-six I'm in your faceCan you hear that bitch screaming?It won't be over till that big girl from Decatur sang