Текст (слова) песни: Mr. Bigg - What About Us

 
(Chorus x 2) 
Now what about us 
Ooh they got us fucked up 
They forgot about us 
Ooh they got us fucked 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 fuckin 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 fucked up, so now I gotta deal wit it 
They wanna make a deal, bitch I ain`t no fuckin 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 fuckin 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 muthafuckin van 
With two handcuffs on my muthafuckin 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 muthafuckin 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 muthafuckin 
Riding on the muthafuckin bus 
On my way to prison, but I don`t give a fuck 
They shaved my face, and cut the hair up off my head 
And gave me a blanket and a sheet for a muthafuckin 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, muthafuckas 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 fuckin 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 fuck 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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