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Them some small ass niggas man
What happened to the realism God? Keep it tight! (Niggas, niggas ain`t been, yo son Niggas wasn`t gettin beatins like we was gettin) (Niggas wasn`t playin knuckles now Niggas ain`t playin knuckles no more) Niggas couldn`t even, niggas couldn`t even take a ass whippin (Niggas playin piddy-pat) Word up Let`s build this shit right here Build this mountain of thought, thought process Let`s build these pyramids in the mental real quick Knahmean, for real let`s get it on (You sufferin from the curse, black people changed for the worse) [Pop The Brown Hornet] Growin up I never thought it`d be like this Them kids I used to run with they end up on my hit list I remember when we used to rhyme Now we shootin at each other with fully loaded nines And crack got us buggin No more lovin and huggin It`s strictly slug servin over turf What`s it all worth See once you gone you gone and all your loved ones, they`re left hurt And brothers don`t think no more Cause all they wanna see is war Stupid mother, stupid mother pimped by America And can`t even see the realness Get your act together, it`s about to blaze Republicans they got them Democrats in a daze Cops are killin blacks more than ever Blacks are killin blacks more than ever We`re blind in every which way shape and form You better analyze that the revolution`s on They could care less about the black man`s stress I can`t even walk the streets without a bulletproof vest Bullets are flyin, black babies are dyin Mothers are cryin but I`m still packin the iron They say God works in mysterious ways Well, so do the devil on a whole different level That was one of the good ones, now he`s gone I just seen him last night, word bond Ain`t nuthin gonna stop the pain Just remember his face and his name Chorus: Mercy mercy me Things ain`t what they used to be Like people change Oh things ain`t what they used to be (You sufferin from the curse, black people changed for the worse) Mercy mercy me Things ain`t what they used to be They rearrange Time is runnin out black man (They took it to a higher plane, but G.P. climbs and maintains) [Rubberbands] My mom said it wouldn`t work, callin me a jerk Started smokin dust to make my body numb cause it hurts Never thought I`d be the one that I said I wouldn`t be As a child, livin my life in misery Eighteen years of age, I thought this was the easy stage But I guess I got in wrong With so much pressure on my back I can just collapse But the black man stand strong like the Eiffel Tower I`m dealin with some hard times You wouldn`t understand what I`m goin through Wakin up with pains in my head that`s unbearable Just caught a few but if I catch another case I might be placed in a correctional facility Hit with a 1 to 3 but never been convicted of a crime But then again there`s always a first time [Down Low Recka] Lord have mercy on these niggas man (Oh mercy mercy me) Yo everyone was at the wake cryin Family members and close friends, inside they dyin For some it`s never understood But the bottom line is he gone for good Heh, I say a prayer then exit to my left Cause I`m still here waitin for my date with death Sometimes I wonder what`s better Either walkin with the dead forever Or meet my creator sooner than later I often hope that the way I chose was the right one Cause the road we walk through life is a tight one Quick to throw grease in your path You slip and fall they gonna sit back and laugh But I`m fully equipped cause my shoes got grip I`m sharp with the tongue plus mentally fit Been through a lot, now I got my hands in this pot And it ain`t gon stop Times are changin, Illuminati want it all And when they take it they gonna say it`s cause of y`all Gangbangers and drug dealers murderin each other over cash That ain`t gonna last, lord have mercy Word up Let`s build this shit right here Build this mountain of thought, thought process (They took it to a higher plane, but G.P. climbs and maintains) Let`s build these pyramids in the mental real quick Knahmean, for real let`s get it on (You sufferin from the curse, black people changed for the worse)
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