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    Bone Thugs-N-Harmony / Lyrics

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    "What About Us" Lyrics

    Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

    [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?

    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


    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


    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


    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]
    This song was last modified on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Written by Anthony Henderson, Armando Colon, Bryon Mc Cane, Charles Scruggs, Steven Howse.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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