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I Refuse Limitation (feat. Backbone)

Goodie Mob

Hip-Hop/Rap

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I Refuse Limitation
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Goodie Mob
Goodie Mob
Vocals
Backbone
Backbone
Vocals
Cee-Lo
Cee-Lo
Vocals
Khujo
Khujo
Vocals
T-Mo
T-Mo
Vocals
Big Gipp
Big Gipp
Vocals
Organized Noize
Organized Noize
Programming
Preston Crump
Preston Crump
Bass
Chanz
Chanz
Keyboards
Martin Terry
Martin Terry
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Barnett
Robert Barnett
Composer
Thomas Burton
Thomas Burton
Composer
Cameron Gipp
Cameron Gipp
Composer
Willie Knighton
Willie Knighton
Composer
Organized Noize
Organized Noize
Composer
J. Williams I.
J. Williams I.
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Organized Noize
Organized Noize
Executive Producer
Josh Butler
Josh Butler
Engineer
Blake Eiseman
Blake Eiseman
Engineer
Kenny Stallworth
Kenny Stallworth
Assistant Engineer
Neal Pogue
Neal Pogue
Mixing Engineer
Jason Stokes
Jason Stokes
Mixing Engineer
Babyface
Babyface
Executive Producer
L.A. Reid
L.A. Reid
Executive Producer

Lyrics

One time Uh for these freaky hoes I lust But I'm still flickin' ashes a lot of other motherfuckers snort dust But that's they thang a lot of us fall victim somehow But that's that game won't try to explain from books to bricks Now I look, seen crooks and tricks caught up in the mix Of everyday in every way but the right I control the substance my people fiend for at night Lord knows I do wrong, sound like the same old song A lot of niggas singing homeboys conceal your weapons 'Cause ain't gonna be no smokin' section in heaven No more be buckin' yo luck seven eleven on the first roll Don't let the streets rock and roll yo soul Swats GA by way of cascade heights Gunshots, roadblocks, sidewalks and ice Sold me out for 3.5 grams of neighborhood clout Now what the fucks we bout I'm back home from the bullshit Puttin' in work, meanwhile others dug ditches and covered Themselves in dirt, one squirt and you locked down forever Can't run from reality luring you closer and closer away To the same old traps, now you never learn from your mistakes So now you wear this ass whoopin' wit' pride, what side you on? It wasn't no I in team, only in your dreams, saturated with schemes Yeah you right, God gonna deal wit' ya fallin' from his grace Rookie moves cops shift the game and 30 days I'm blessed in the hole but that's till I go to the state federal Penitentiary, yeah I could a did my time standin' on one feet But see I fucked up royally thought I was slick Them herpes-havin' ass crackers changed my big check to six Times wit' Dean Whitaker's sermon of the day But when I go to sleep I don't dream no more I just lay A wise man knows his limitations concrete, concrete like Greg Street Sufferin' from a severe case of inner city blues I ain't got no clues to which directions I need to choose This opportunity to gain is all I got to lose 'Cause I just can't settle for these streets shawty I refuse That's the shit I like Lord got the door shot down to the pavement Remove yo hat under the ceiling of this building A rebuff from the usher of sorts because [Incomprehensible] Most strive for the diamonds and overlook the gems Got skimp wit yo bags boulders become shoulders to depend on Which way to explore reform, refrain, we can't inflame Every thought you walk through the trails is hell Airborne for what clone me replace me wit' me Another nation inside a nation out the land of Scots Suction cups to test tube layer of skin Supply the crust and we'll mix the fruit Gun shows supplied me in the hour of need Watch 'em bleed Aryan nation be the dealer Now who's the killer? Yeah, yeah, yup yup that's the shit I like That's the shit I like Uh puttin' forth the effort to make a change Not doin' a lot of talkin' bout it, what's yo game? You slippin' you can't never do that That's when you get jacked for yo life over emotions runnin' wild Like salamanders swimmin' in southwest creeks Feelin' incomplete, another story livin' [Incomprehensible] You had it, now you lost it wasn't worth it look what it costed Yo life young nigga Didn't go out without a fight behind the gun trigger You better think fast or get swept off yo feet Nigga it hurts to see these drugs deteriorate The minds of knuckleheads that want to be base heads Don't say I didn't tell you 'cause you gonna see in the future I hope I don't have to shoot you if you switch Went from hardcore to beggin' like a bitch Revolutions good to bad hoods to rags, real niggas to fags What's the news? But I refuse to lose Sufferin' from a severe case of inner city blues I ain't got no clues to which directions I need to choose This opportunity to gain is all I got to lose Now I just can't settle for these streets shawty I refuse Well I woke up this mornin' with the same frustration From situations like these got a call about some work From one of them temporary agencies No high school diploma or any college degrees I can't enlist but they'll draft me if there's a war overseas Oh please, of course I can slice some Oz's But see I'm one of those aspirin MC's And uh bills are due so at times I'm doubtful and everyone disagrees But I'd rather struggle on my feet than to live on my knees So my uniform tight, workin' all night at Mickey D's Got about 90 dollars and some change after the government Get they fees, these minimum wages ain't enough to feed my babies Purposely these limitations on black folks' opportunities So I quit 'cause I'm tired of being one of those overworked Underpaid employees stop carin' at all went on And did a few small burglaries It seems like my faith done turned into forgotten memories And I ain't gettin' away with nothing because I know He always sees But see right now I need to see how I can get this here dope sold I done stuffed in my pocket as many rocks as it can hold They gonna get high so I'm a get my money even though it's freezin' cold Now how many times you done heard this story told? Believe it or not, it's some very intelligent junkies But dependencies is eatin' away at they souls like disease Anyone can turn into somebody who covets and envies Unequal economics can easily make you some enemies And the crime rate never drops so the cops ride around in threes I knew he would have killed me if I did anything but freeze They found the rest of the dope in some nearby shrubberies In a dim lit room being questioned by these authorities And they gave me some time in correctional facilities And now my woman's gotta take on a man's responsibilities
Writer(s): Rico R. Wade, Raymon Ameer Murray, Patrick L. Brown, Cameron F. Gipp, Thomas Decarlo Burton, Willie Edward Knighton, Jamahr Williams, Robert Terrance Barnett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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