This one is by a great Hip-hop duo, OutKast, and is talking about being pulled into violence and gang activity unwillingly, because those involved in it won't leave you be. Though you are passionate about your music and being an artist, people don't want to hear it, and would rather be 'bouncing and shooting and killing and bouncing and shit'. People with ignorant ideas. People who have enough money to 'buy an ounce' but not to take their kids to the zoo or the park, and as a result, the kids grow up the same as them - with a twisted view of the world.
They don't want trouble, they want to live with their families, raise their children, practice their art - but good luck can't be bought, you have to fight for it sometimes. You never know when trouble could be coming, and you have to be ready for it.
Part of being ready for it is sticking together to push back, even though this kind of thing isn't what they want to do with their lives - if it comes to them or their families being threatened, they'll have each other's back.
I think this also has a more personal, metaphorical aspect to it as well - personal attacks and misunderstandings will also be shot down as needed.
[Andre 3000: Intro]
Yeah it goes like this right here
Like uh, niggas always be hollerin 'Peace'
You know what I'm saying, "Peace my brother"
Peace this, peace that, you know what I'm saying but
Everytime I uh try to get a piece of mind
Niggas try to get a piece of mine
So I gotta grab my piece
[Dre: Verse 1]
It's the return of the gangster, thanks ta'
Them niggas that's on that blow
That run up in your crib
Which contains your lady and an 8 month old
Child to raise plus you true blue 'bout this music but
They do not want to hear it
Because they'd rather be bouncing and shooting
And killing and bouncing and shit
Return of the gangster, thanks ta'
Them niggas that think you soft
And say y'all be gospel rappin'
But they be steady clappin' when you talk about
Bitches & switches & hoes & clothes & weed
Let's talk about time travelin' rhyme javelin
Somethin' mind unravelin' get down
Return of the gangsta thanks ta'
Them niggas who got them kids
Who got enough to buy an ounce
But not enough to bounce them kids to the zoo
Or to the park so they grow up in the dark never
Seein' light so they end up being like yo' sorry ass
Robbin' niggas in broad ass daylight get down
Return of the gangsta thanks ta'
Them niggas that get the wrong impression of expression
Then the question is Big Boi what's up with Andre?
Is he in a cult? Is he on drugs? Is he gay?
When y'all gon' break up? When y'all gon' wake up?
Nigga I'm feelin' better than ever what's wrong with you
You get down!
Man a nigga don't want no trouble
A playa just want to kick back with my gators off
And watch my li'l girl blow bubbles
But still ready to rhyme
Standin' my ground never back down
Willin' to rob steal & kill any thang that threatens mine
But good luck couldn't be bought see
Many a fights had to be fought G
For a nigga to ride these Vogues
Oh so close to the sidewalk to be gawked at
Watch your side my nigga cause we got gats
The first nigga to buck gon' be the first nigga we attack
Don't want that but it comes though
Most of the time when you don't know
Stickin' together like flour and water to make that
Slow dough we worked for everything we have
And gon' stick up for each other like we
Brothers from another mother
Kinda like Mel Gibson and Danny Glover
Strictly for the Caddy lovers and never the
Nut huggin' punk motherfuckers