Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What About Us?, artist - Bone Thugs-N-Harmony.
Date of issue: 28.10.2002
Song language: English
What About Us? |
Its 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, its 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 |
Its 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 |
(Wish) |
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 its 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 |
(Bizzy) |
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 P.O. |
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 |
(Krayzie) |
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 its 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? |
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