Decatur Psalm

I call da crib they say breeze you aint know?

I say what? big time got popped in his benzo!

I said damn man, Im riding in his lexus

Im bout to dump this niggas shit in new dimensions

Get to the crib so I can call big slate up

And tell em da 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 aint know that bill clampett wanted some too

You tell his folks that Im sorry bout that lexus

Im bout to dip and see my sister up in... naaah!

Cant even tell you where I put my extra playa card

Cause them red dog police know we homeboys

Just tell everybody who us a dime

Its the great hoe round up yo money time

I got to have mine, then Im outta here

Take a loss, come back up just like coco grier

Aint got to worry bout yo potnah gettin caught like a lame

It wont be over til that big girl from decatur sang

(it wont be over till that big girl from decatur sang!

East pointe police dont know a damn thang...)

Verse two: big boi

Yeah, it wont 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 dat 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 do they come to quote?

On a tuesday, april fools day, dont get caught slippin

Leavin the keys off in the ignition, makin me guilty by suspicion

Penny pinchers tryin to stack for ninety-six

Buyin another fleetwood, diamond took it, so know wes in the mix

I need to take my ass to the crib and drop the baby off

Cause them niggaz at the corner sto been lookin at me for too long

Starin like accidents on highways, high days are better than sober ones

Dont be biased, but I know it has to come

So I put two in the sky to let them know Im babysittin

Yall dont know nothin bout big boi cause that nigga steady dippin

It aint over (why that, why that) till the bitch open her mouth up

And sang...

Verse three: big gipp

Took me a long time to get here

Long time man

Im talkin about, years, and years

Riding past funeral fields holdin bodies of my peers

If you dont educate yourself

Now how the fuck you gonna understand how you posed to get paid?

Niggaz walk around get with shade tree ass ways

Fuck a fade, let my hair drag

Back and forth like a see-saw

Jumpin lily, to lilypad dad

Lookin to get my goodie feel

Im broke in like some old men

Whod stop dem or would stop

Im droppin lines for the big plot

Sixteen is when I started to dream

Its ninety-six Im in your face

Can you hear that bitch scream?

(it wont be over til that big girl from decatur sang...)