Bone Thugs-N-Harmony - What About Us? lyrics
[Bone Thugs-N-Harmony - What About Us? lyrics]
(What about us?) What about my niggas
Still out on the street?
(What about us?) What about
My partners doin' time?
(What about us?) What about this
Arresting from the police?
(What about us?) What about
My young thugs cry?
It's for my, incarcerated niggas
That stuck in the pin they coming home
Gotta stay strong cause you ain't alone
Remember you always got love from home
They steal this pain and may not know it
I'm a boy and I gotta show it
I hear them cries from the babies
I wish they had a chance don't wanna blow it
But unemployed for all the
Little girls and boys
You got'sa, love your mom and daddy
And make them wonder why you give them ploys
Oh boy, it's getting deep but more
Expensive then ever cheap
But what about that little
Nigga running the streets
Making a living through his beats
What about these whack ass politicians
They don't care if we live or die
What about that elderly barely breathing
Gotta survive on SSI they say America
It's the land of the free
And home of the brave it's mass hysteria
So bring your knees and hope we can fight
And if bury us
At least we can live as we believe
Dog ain't ever gonna break our pride
Ain't nothing you can do to keep us weak
And all of my soldiers come together
Get on your feet and get ready to bust
What about this war against terrorism
(fuck that)
And what about this war against us
What about them thugs that's dead and gone
What about them thugs that ain't even grown
What about them thugs that out here lost
And ain't ever gonna find their way home
Suspicion got you furious
So grab your shit and listen up
Its violence and violence
It's the only way their gonna respect us
If it's this system
In the ghetto back far to one place one time
Know we gone, how they sleep at night if
They know they be lying
This shit we deal wit'
We young black and fit less
Living in the ghetto to ghetto and ghetto
To ghetto cause ghetto is all we know
They beat us down for dumb shit
They lock us up for dumb shit
Find out that I'm innocent and still gotta
Fight for money they owe me
And they wonder why we riot
In the damn streets
They can't hold us down we
Getting all that money
And watch what I tell ya
Everybody wants some
How they get it they don't care
Try to kick it when you spittin' real smooth
But they listening in my business trying
To fuck up my move
Dead niggas I've been to war with
Toured with (huh) shit I seen it all
Like soap operas from ghetto stars
I can tell when rappers getting bored with it
Sometimes she a bitch, sometimes my lady
And at times, when niggas died
She held me like I was a baby
The simplest things in life
Was always the best
Breathing your last breath from fresh
Chronic in your chest
Hey somebody call my momma! and
Hold me one more time
Before I die my momma she carried me no karma
Niggas bitches and drama
I recollect walking and stoppin'
Pops not even checking on me
Juvenile delinquent
And baby y'all be respecting me
The PO injected me in a runaway slave
And fuck a Latch Key Kid
Can't wait for pops to see all
The shit that I did
Like spittin' on them foxies skied up
In the palm of my dick
This is the life that I love
This is the life that I live
And it's a life full of lust nigga
My partner called me after court
They said they got 25 to life
Just for slingin' some dope
They making some cheese just
To feed their folks
And they like somebody won't go home
Its sad cause it's sadder for us to get
Caught up by the po-po fo sho'
And what about our boys and young girls
In their wicked young world
Coming to school wit' heaters
Bustin' their teachers
Whatever happened to family and
Humanity we posses
What about our babies, that
Struggling in this mess, don't strees
Crooked coppers scaring the niggas
Off in the hood
What about them niggas that get blown
Off this block if they good
See most of the niggas still on the street
Still struggling and hustlin' trying
To get something eat
Some of them resting in piece and
Some will never get free
Bone Thug gotta show love
Keep it real and really real
And let 'em know about us
What about us?
Still out on the street?
(What about us?) What about
My partners doin' time?
(What about us?) What about this
Arresting from the police?
(What about us?) What about
My young thugs cry?
It's for my, incarcerated niggas
That stuck in the pin they coming home
Gotta stay strong cause you ain't alone
Remember you always got love from home
They steal this pain and may not know it
I'm a boy and I gotta show it
I hear them cries from the babies
I wish they had a chance don't wanna blow it
But unemployed for all the
Little girls and boys
You got'sa, love your mom and daddy
And make them wonder why you give them ploys
Oh boy, it's getting deep but more
Expensive then ever cheap
But what about that little
Nigga running the streets
Making a living through his beats
What about these whack ass politicians
They don't care if we live or die
What about that elderly barely breathing
Gotta survive on SSI they say America
It's the land of the free
And home of the brave it's mass hysteria
So bring your knees and hope we can fight
And if bury us
At least we can live as we believe
Dog ain't ever gonna break our pride
Ain't nothing you can do to keep us weak
And all of my soldiers come together
Get on your feet and get ready to bust
What about this war against terrorism
(fuck that)
And what about this war against us
What about them thugs that's dead and gone
What about them thugs that ain't even grown
What about them thugs that out here lost
And ain't ever gonna find their way home
Suspicion got you furious
So grab your shit and listen up
Its violence and violence
It's the only way their gonna respect us
If it's this system
In the ghetto back far to one place one time
Know we gone, how they sleep at night if
They know they be lying
This shit we deal wit'
We young black and fit less
Living in the ghetto to ghetto and ghetto
To ghetto cause ghetto is all we know
They beat us down for dumb shit
They lock us up for dumb shit
Find out that I'm innocent and still gotta
Fight for money they owe me
And they wonder why we riot
In the damn streets
They can't hold us down we
Getting all that money
And watch what I tell ya
Everybody wants some
How they get it they don't care
Try to kick it when you spittin' real smooth
But they listening in my business trying
To fuck up my move
Dead niggas I've been to war with
Toured with (huh) shit I seen it all
Like soap operas from ghetto stars
I can tell when rappers getting bored with it
Sometimes she a bitch, sometimes my lady
And at times, when niggas died
She held me like I was a baby
The simplest things in life
Was always the best
Breathing your last breath from fresh
Chronic in your chest
Hey somebody call my momma! and
Hold me one more time
Before I die my momma she carried me no karma
Niggas bitches and drama
I recollect walking and stoppin'
Pops not even checking on me
Juvenile delinquent
And baby y'all be respecting me
The PO injected me in a runaway slave
And fuck a Latch Key Kid
Can't wait for pops to see all
The shit that I did
Like spittin' on them foxies skied up
In the palm of my dick
This is the life that I love
This is the life that I live
And it's a life full of lust nigga
My partner called me after court
They said they got 25 to life
Just for slingin' some dope
They making some cheese just
To feed their folks
And they like somebody won't go home
Its sad cause it's sadder for us to get
Caught up by the po-po fo sho'
And what about our boys and young girls
In their wicked young world
Coming to school wit' heaters
Bustin' their teachers
Whatever happened to family and
Humanity we posses
What about our babies, that
Struggling in this mess, don't strees
Crooked coppers scaring the niggas
Off in the hood
What about them niggas that get blown
Off this block if they good
See most of the niggas still on the street
Still struggling and hustlin' trying
To get something eat
Some of them resting in piece and
Some will never get free
Bone Thug gotta show love
Keep it real and really real
And let 'em know about us
What about us?