Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lord Have Mercy, artist - CeeLo Green.
Date of issue: 31.12.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
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? |