I Refuse Limitation Lyrics
| Song | I Refuse Limitation |
| Artist | Goodie Mob |
| Artist | Backbone |
| Album | Still Standing |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Barnett, Burton, Gipp ... | |
| Backbone： | |
| 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 see 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 | |
| Cuz ain't gon be no smokin session 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 | |
| Khujo: | |
| 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 | |
| Lurking 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 | |
| Yea you right, god gon deal wit ya | |
| Fallin from his grace | |
| Rookie cop moves cause shifty game | |
| And 30 days i'm blessed in the hole | |
| But that's till i go to the state federal | |
| Penitentiary | |
| Yea i could did my time standin on one foot | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus: | |
| 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 | |
| Cuz i just can't settle for these streets shawty i refuse | |
| Gipp: | |
| 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 ???? | |
| 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 ???? | |
| Every thought you walk through the trails is hell | |
| Airborne for ???? | |
| 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 | |
| Gunshows supplied me in the hour of need | |
| Watch em bleed | |
| Aryan nation be the dealer | |
| Now who's the killer | |
| Yup yup that's the shit i like | |
| That's the shit i like | |
| T-mo: | |
| 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 ???? | |
| Value 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 | |
| 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 cuz you gon 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 | |
| Chorus | |
| Cee-lo: | |
| 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 ozs | |
| But see i'm one of those aspirin mcs | |
| 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 cuz 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 face 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 gon get high so i'ma 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 to 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 dimlit 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 |
| zuo ci : Barnett, Burton, Gipp ... | |
| Backbone: | |
| 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 see 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 | |
| Cuz ain' t gon be no smokin session 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 | |
| Khujo: | |
| 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 | |
| Lurking 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 | |
| Yea you right, god gon deal wit ya | |
| Fallin from his grace | |
| Rookie cop moves cause shifty game | |
| And 30 days i' m blessed in the hole | |
| But that' s till i go to the state federal | |
| Penitentiary | |
| Yea i could did my time standin on one foot | |
| But see i fucked up royally | |
| Thought i was slick | |
| Them herpeshavin 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 | |
| Chorus: | |
| Sufferin from a severe case of innercity blues | |
| I ain' t got no clues to which directions i need to choose | |
| This opportunity to gain is all i got to lose | |
| Cuz i just can' t settle for these streets shawty i refuse | |
| Gipp: | |
| 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 ???? | |
| 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 ???? | |
| Every thought you walk through the trails is hell | |
| Airborne for ???? | |
| 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 | |
| Gunshows supplied me in the hour of need | |
| Watch em bleed | |
| Aryan nation be the dealer | |
| Now who' s the killer | |
| Yup yup that' s the shit i like | |
| That' s the shit i like | |
| Tmo: | |
| 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 ???? | |
| Value 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 | |
| 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 cuz you gon 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 | |
| Chorus | |
| Ceelo: | |
| 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 ozs | |
| But see i' m one of those aspirin mcs | |
| 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 cuz 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 face 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 gon get high so i' ma 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 to 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 dimlit 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 |
| zuò cí : Barnett, Burton, Gipp ... | |
| Backbone: | |
| 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 see 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 | |
| Cuz ain' t gon be no smokin session 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 | |
| Khujo: | |
| 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 | |
| Lurking 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 | |
| Yea you right, god gon deal wit ya | |
| Fallin from his grace | |
| Rookie cop moves cause shifty game | |
| And 30 days i' m blessed in the hole | |
| But that' s till i go to the state federal | |
| Penitentiary | |
| Yea i could did my time standin on one foot | |
| But see i fucked up royally | |
| Thought i was slick | |
| Them herpeshavin 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 | |
| Chorus: | |
| Sufferin from a severe case of innercity blues | |
| I ain' t got no clues to which directions i need to choose | |
| This opportunity to gain is all i got to lose | |
| Cuz i just can' t settle for these streets shawty i refuse | |
| Gipp: | |
| 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 ???? | |
| 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 ???? | |
| Every thought you walk through the trails is hell | |
| Airborne for ???? | |
| 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 | |
| Gunshows supplied me in the hour of need | |
| Watch em bleed | |
| Aryan nation be the dealer | |
| Now who' s the killer | |
| Yup yup that' s the shit i like | |
| That' s the shit i like | |
| Tmo: | |
| 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 ???? | |
| Value 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 | |
| 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 cuz you gon 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 | |
| Chorus | |
| Ceelo: | |
| 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 ozs | |
| But see i' m one of those aspirin mcs | |
| 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 cuz 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 face 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 gon get high so i' ma 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 to 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 dimlit 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 |
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