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[Chorus 2x]

(What about us?) What about my niggaz 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?



[Layzie]

Its for my, incarcerated niggaz

That stuck in the pin they coming home

Gotta stay strong cause you aint 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 aint ever gonna break our pride

Aint 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



[Chorus]



[Wish]

What about them thugs that`s dead and gone

What about them thugs that aint even grown

What about them thugs that out here lost

And aint 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



[Chorus]



[Bizzy]

Dead niggaz I`ve been to war

Been tall with shit I seen it all

Like soap operas from ghetto stars

I can tell when rappers getting bored, really

Sometimes she a bitch sometimes my lady

And times when niggaz die she help like I was a baby

The simplest things in life were always the best

Breathing you ass back inhaling when chronic in your chest

Hey somebody call my momma and help me one more time

Before I die my momma she carry me no comma

Niggaz bitches and drama

I recollect walking and stoppin`

Cops not even checking on me, juvenile delinquent

And baby y`all be respecting me

The B.O. it taking me in

Whether we saving fuck the last thing we did

And let the cops 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



[Chorus]



[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 niggaz off in the hood

What about them niggaz that get blown off this block if they good

See most of the niggaz 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



[Chorus 2x]



What about us? [Repeat till end]

[Chorus 2x]

(What about us?) What about my niggaz 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?



[Layzie]

Its for my, incarcerated niggaz

That stuck in the pin they coming home

Gotta stay strong cause you aint 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 aint ever gonna break our pride

Aint 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



[Chorus]



[Wish]

What about them thugs that`s dead and gone

What about them thugs that aint even grown

What about them thugs that out here lost

And aint 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



[Chorus]



[Bizzy]

Dead niggaz I`ve been to war

Been tall with shit I seen it all

Like soap operas from ghetto stars

I can tell when rappers getting bored, really

Sometimes she a bitch sometimes my lady

And times when niggaz die she help like I was a baby

The simplest things in life were always the best

Breathing you ass back inhaling when chronic in your chest

Hey somebody call my momma and help me one more time

Before I die my momma she carry me no comma

Niggaz bitches and drama

I recollect walking and stoppin`

Cops not even checking on me, juvenile delinquent

And baby y`all be respecting me

The B.O. it taking me in

Whether we saving fuck the last thing we did

And let the cops 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



[Chorus]



[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 niggaz off in the hood

What about them niggaz that get blown off this block if they good

See most of the niggaz 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



[Chorus 2x]



What about us? [Repeat till end]

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