Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lord Have Mercy, artist - Brandon BennettDate of issue: 31.12.2000
Song language: English
Lord Have Mercy |
| SWAT’s, drop-tops and 'gnac |
| Lil-bitty killas on the block, cock back the gat |
| Can’t a day go by, one of these villains don’t die |
| Won’t try to fight this feelin', this concrete thang |
| It thrillin' niggas, it’s killin' for nothin' |
| Meanin', niggas is livin' for less, I guess |
| That I’m bring it to ya like it I S, the rest your 'sposed to know |
| See crime, that get’cha time, to the do' slick |
| When you hit 'em, get 'em |
| But keep yo' name up out they system |
| 'Cuz that there could sho' fuck up the rhythm of thangs |
| Called up, charge it to the game |
| No your sittin' downtown tryin' to explain |
| Simple-n-plain, but they ain’t finna be listenin' |
| You pre-trial detain to yo' co-sentencing |
| (Uh huh) |
| This situation keep ya tied in a knot |
| Lord have mercy on the SWAT’s |
| Lord have mercy on me |
| This is just how it’s gone be |
| Niggas dying daily on them same corner that pay me |
| But that’s the only chain I’m gon' see |
| Lord have mercy, on me |
| I’m doin' the best that I can |
| But it’s hard in my front yard |
| It’s do or die out here, ya understand? |
| I done seen these same, lil-bitty niggas squeeze |
| Lil-bitty triggers, now these |
| (Uh huh) |
| Lil-bitty niggas is, lil-bitty killers |
| (Uh huh) |
| Couldn’ta been no more than thirteen |
| (Uh unh) |
| Supplyin' fiends, shorties strictly stressin' dirty |
| (What?) |
| I sit on the porch and watch 'em flee from the police |
| But the nighttime blind, and ain’t no eyes on the streets |
| (Shh) |
| First law of the concrete |
| Better, never ever repeat, nothin' ya seen |
| (Uh unh) |
| He said he had to make a killin' |
| (Uh huh) |
| That’s how it go whodi, ride and take a livin' fo' sho' |
| He say he kill and kill again, he’ll kick in the do' |
| (Yeah) |
| Keep the lick, he trick a milli into mo' |
| (Yeah) |
| Nobody wit' him, he so low, when he creep through |
| (Uh huh) |
| Ride a glass Chevrolet, damn near see through |
| But they all fall 'cuz he learnt to walk |
| But he never learnt to crawl, have mercy, Lord |
| Lord have mercy on me |
| This is just how it’s gone be |
| Niggas dying daily on them same corner that pay me |
| But that’s the only chain I’m gon' see |
| Lord have mercy, on me |
| I’m doin' the best that I can |
| But it’s hard in my front yard |
| It’s do or die out here, ya understand? |
| I get it in, I put the chamber under yo' chin |
| I play to win, stingy, I don’t have no air to lend |
| I’m standin' still, talkin' 'bout I’m grill |
| Cee-Lo Seville and steel real |
| Only millimeters away from my meal |
| Mighty knife, just enough not inconsiderate ice |
| You’re contemplatin', contestin', please consider it twice |
| 'Cuz I’m connected with the guy left after the drop of a dime |
| Or roll or roll down a bat, wonder what blow your mind |
| I’m heavyweight and Front Street Skeet |
| Got the snorters geeked-up and they keep runnin' back to the plate |
| We get it on, get it out the pot |
| Get on the block, and get it gone |
| Raised up out of the factories, and then we sit it chrome |
| Ya won’t show, get out doors even if it’s ice-cold |
| And slice O’s as the dice rolls, shit |
| And may Lord have mercy on your hustlin'-ass soul |
| Lord have mercy on me |
| I’m doin' the best that I can |
| But it’s hard in my front yard |
| It’s do or die out here, ya understand? |
| Lord have mercy on me |
| This is just how it’s gone be |
| Niggas dying daily on them same corner that pay me |
| But that’s the only chain I’m gon' see |
| Lord have mercy on me |
| I’m doin' the best that I can |
| But it’s hard in my front yard |
| It’s do or die out here, ya understand? |