What About Us Lyrics - Thug World Order - Bone Thugs N Harmony

(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 harassment from the police? 

(What about us?) What about my young thugstaz? 

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 

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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 

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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 it was not sadder for us to get caught up and trapt 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 

What about us?