Listen to Prey 4 Da Sheep (feat. Big Boi) by Goodie Mob

Prey 4 Da Sheep (feat. Big Boi)

Goodie Mob

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Goodie Mob
Goodie Mob
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rico Wade
Rico Wade
Songwriter
Raymon Murray
Raymon Murray
Songwriter
Cameron Gipp
Cameron Gipp
Songwriter
Robert Barnett
Robert Barnett
Songwriter
Willie Knighton
Willie Knighton
Songwriter
Thomas Callaway
Thomas Callaway
Songwriter
Antwan Patton
Antwan Patton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Organized Noize
Organized Noize
Producer

Lyrics

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 playin' 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 fuck 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 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 Top of knockles, seen a guard charging through the gang Full speed ahead, smoke 'em like a freight train All work, no play, foundation layed 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 Fuck a ring, fuck a trophy, just tat a tate Like it's cake, well it ain't, egg 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 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 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
Writer(s): Rico R. Wade, Raymon Ameer Murray, Cameron F. Gipp, Willie Edward Knighton, Robert Terrance Barnett, Antwan Andre Patton, Kingston Callaway, Shelton Eugene Oliver Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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