Mr Bigg - What About Us Lyrics

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Now what about us

Ooh they got us f*cked up

They forgot about us

Ooh they got us f*cked up



I went to jail cause they say that I be selling that yae

They hate to see a young black nigga trying to get paid

Get on the phone, call my mama and my lawyer

And tell all them hoes, I'm f*ckin send me some money order

Cause I'm gonna be hear a while, ain't getting out

I should've never brought my black ass to the south,

I can't make bail cause I ain't got no bonds

They ain't gonna give me no bonds cause they know I'm gonna run

These white bitches will make nigga ass feel it

They got me f*cked up, so now I gotta deal wit it

They wanna make a deal, bitch I ain't no f*ckin squealer

They say I'm a kingpin and a fire arm dealer

The kingpin is the white boy that locked me up

He got the whole f*ckin neighborhood sowed up

Take twenty years for some shit you can't prove

Just because I'm black, you think that I'm a damn fool

No dope, no guns, no case, let's take this shit to trial

Mr. Bigg versus the state, and then I still might not win

Because I know they wanna send me to the pen



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I'm riding on the muthaf*ckin van

With two handcuffs on my muthaf*ckin hands

I'm on my way to court, trying to see what they going to give me

My homies in the court room holler if ya hear me

My bitches on the back row, crying and shit

This muthaf*ckin judge trying to offer me a ten split

I ain't taking shit, cause you ain't got no evidence

Tell the grand jury they can suck my muthaf*ckin

Riding on the muthaf*ckin bus

On my way to prison, but I don't give a f*ck

They shaved my face, and cut the hair up off my head

And gave me a blanket and a sheet for a muthaf*ckin bunk bed

Three t-shirts and three pairs of socks

A bar stain soap, toothpaste, and a padlock

I'm settled in now it's time for me to creep

I finally meet some niggas, that I knew from when I was on the street

Mr. Bigg how much time you got?

I heard you had twenty years and you ain't never getting out

Telling me I need Jesus, muthaf*ckas get locked up

Now they wanna be preachers,

I cant pray cause I don't know how

I wasn't saved on the streets

So who can f*ckin save me now

But when I hit the streets again

I won't forget about my homies in the pen



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Over by the softball field

Chumps telling lies about the niggas they done killed

And all of the keys that they flew from overseas

And all of the weed that they grew in Tennessee

Lying about there homes and they testerosed kits,

But those same hoes, haven't never sent you shit

I reminisce late at night laying in my bed

Thinking about the shit my mama once said

Never trust a nigga and never trust a woman

And never f*ck a bitch unless you getting something from her

A lot of niggas bawl because they give them hoes their heart

The same niggas I see crying in the dark

You gave that bitch your house

You gave that bitch your home

Now you in the pen and now that bitch gone

Spending up your money while you stuck behind a wall

Stankin ass bitch won't accept your phone call



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