Backyard Mississippi - 8Ball, Goodie Mob

Anytime can be the right time

Come on

We them boys out the backyard

Yeah

Better days brought better ways

Delays in flights time served

Brought a end to the questions askin me, Pee Wee

Movin weight on Kiwi, dirty air cleaner

In a daze like daydreamer

Half was gone before I got a home

Afterhours doin happy drink sippin

Hat tippin for extra change pimpin

Ain’t nothin stoppin strippin

Gettin served like that hard hard

Hollerin at yo ass out the backyard

It’s a crisis in yo school systems

Delayed constructions, hotels built first

Claimin they best interest is in yo kids

Georgia has a history of mistreatin black folks

Snakes shouldn’t be had a voice

We been christened since Jesus left

Private corporations sketchy

Atlanta no longer the c-i-t-y

Too busy to hate

House niggas role is to keep the slaves down

17 percent of your tax money supposed to go edu-macation

But don’t let cheese replace yo dignity

See, rich saltines buy crooks

Then make 'em Super Intendant insultin your intelligence

Backyard Mississippi

Hey, Hey

Backyard Mississippi

Hey, Hey

Oh yeah, I remember, when the, south was a place

When you couldn’t even look a cracker in the face

Nor have I forgotten about the fields of cotton

Fire hose, lynchin, and the Klan itchin

Memories of my upbringing, feelin the whips ringin

Never broke my spirit, I’ll never stop singin

The stars and bars that left scars engraved

I wanna break out of bein a slave

My soul is moulting

Do anybody feel like revolting?

Come on, let’s break the chains

Let’s go, let’s grow

I don’t wanna be yo nigga no mo

T-Mo of the crew, one deep

I got the missile launcher on the backseat

I don’t creep, just protect my neck

From adversaries ready to bury

The scary foretellin about the war, I’m comin yellin

Excited, we come united in the midst

I’m turnin on brothers because I’m hurtin to realize

I’m workin the product, The Serpent and the Rainbow

Of colors that smothers the colorless

Tearin down another fence you built to separate us

Investigate us, then betray us

'Bout this land, I don’t understand

How you did it, as my ancestors witnessed

The tables turn, all for bad business

In my own backyard, Mississippi

Backyard Mississippi

Hey, Hey

Backyard Mississippi

Hey, Hey

Mighty men, some be thinkin they invincible

Bend 'em over my knees, spank that ass like I’m the principal

Now you know my name, Strictly Business like EPMD

Mane, fuck the fame, I want the women and the currency

South and North America, races with no love

Plantations turned to neighborhoods, slaves turned to thugs

The cats with all the drugs, children of the cotton picker

Pimp niggas and the big thick gold diggers

Soul deliverers, prayin' God deliver us

From evil serpents with the purpose to get rid of us

Throwin out the minimum, now I want the maximum

Motherfuck askin 'em, we robbin and jackin 'em

Baldhead, natty dread, braided or faded

We got separated, broke the chains and migrated

Mouth full of gold, on the porch lookin hard

Them country niggas stay in my backyard