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last mr bigg - what about us كلمات الأغنية

(chorus x 2)
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 n-gg- 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 -ss 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 b-tches will make n-gg- -ss feel it
they got me f-cked up, so now i gotta deal wit it
they wanna make a deal, b-tch 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 sh-t you can’t prove
just because i’m black, you think that i’m a d-mn fool
no dope, no guns, no case, let’s take this sh-t to trial
mr. bigg versus the state, and then i still might not win
because i know they wanna send me to the pen

(chorus x 2)

i’m riding on the m-th-f-ckin van
with two handcuffs on my m-th-f-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 b-tches on the back row, crying and sh-t
this m-th-f-ckin judge trying to offer me a ten split
i ain’t taking sh-t, cause you ain’t got no evidence
tell the grand jury they can suck my m-th-f-ckin
riding on the m-th-f-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 m-th-f-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 n-gg-s, 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, m-th-f-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 n-gg-s 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 sh-t
i reminisce late at night laying in my bed
thinking about the sh-t my mama once said
never trust a n-gg- and never trust a woman
and never f-ck a b-tch unless you getting something from her
a lot of n-gg-s bawl because they give them hoes their heart
the same n-gg-s i see crying in the dark
you gave that b-tch your house
you gave that b-tch your home
now you in the pen and now that b-tch gone
spending up your money while you stuck behind a wall
stankin -ss b-tch won’t accept your phone call

(chorus x 2)

- last mr bigg

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