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Mr. Bigg

What About Us

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Текст песни Mr. Bigg - What About Us

Mr. Bigg - What About Us слова песни

(Chorus x 2)Now what about usOoh they got us fucked upThey forgot about usOoh they got us fucked upI went to jail cause they say that I be selling that yaeThey hate to see a young black nigga trying to get paidGet on the phone, call my mama and my lawyerAnd tell all them hoes, I`m fuckin send me some money orderCause I`m gonna be hear a while, ain`t getting outI should`ve never brought my black ass to the south,I can`t make bail cause I ain`t got no bondsThey ain`t gonna give me no bonds cause they know I`m gonna runThese white bitches will make nigga ass feel itThey got me fucked up, so now I gotta deal wit itThey wanna make a deal, bitch I ain`t no fuckin squealerThey say I`m a kingpin and a fire arm dealerThe kingpin is the white boy that locked me upHe got the whole fuckin neighborhood sowed upTake twenty years for some shit you can`t proveJust because I`m black, you think that I`m a damn foolNo dope, no guns, no case, let`s take this shit to trialMr. Bigg versus the state, and then I still might not winBecause I know they wanna send me to the pen(Chorus x 2)I`m riding on the muthafuckin vanWith two handcuffs on my muthafuckin handsI`m on my way to court, trying to see what they going to give meMy homies in the court room holler if ya hear meMy bitches on the back row, crying and shitThis muthafuckin judge trying to offer me a ten splitI ain`t taking shit, cause you ain`t got no evidenceTell the grand jury they can suck my muthafuckinRiding on the muthafuckin busOn my way to prison, but I don`t give a fuckThey shaved my face, and cut the hair up off my headAnd gave me a blanket and a sheet for a muthafuckin bunk bedThree t-shirts and three pairs of socksA bar stain soap, toothpaste, and a padlockI`m settled in now it`s time for me to creepI finally meet some niggas, that I knew from when I was on the streetMr. Bigg how much time you got?I heard you had twenty years and you ain`t never getting outTelling me I need Jesus, muthafuckas get locked upNow they wanna be preachers,I cant pray cause I don`t know howI wasn`t saved on the streetsSo who can fuckin save me nowBut when I hit the streets againI won`t forget about my homies in the pen(Chorus x 2)Over by the softball fieldChumps telling lies about the niggas they done killedAnd all of the keys that they flew from overseasAnd all of the weed that they grew in TennesseeLying about there homes and they testerosed kits,But those same hoes, haven`t never sent you shitI reminisce late at night laying in my bedThinking about the shit my mama once saidNever trust a nigga and never trust a womanAnd never fuck a bitch unless you getting something from herA lot of niggas bawl because they give them hoes their heartThe same niggas I see crying in the darkYou gave that bitch your houseYou gave that bitch your homeNow you in the pen and now that bitch goneSpending up your money while you stuck behind a wallStankin ass bitch won`t accept your phone call(Chorus x 2)

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