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GP Wu - Things Ain't What They Used to Be lyrics
Them some small ass niggas man What happened to the realism God? Keep it tight! (Niggas, niggas ain't been, yo son Niggas wasn't gettin beatins like we was gettin) (Niggas wasn't playin knuckles now Niggas ain't playin knuckles no more) Niggas couldn't even, niggas couldn't even take a ass whippin (Niggas playin piddy-pat) Word up Let's build this shit right here Build this mountain of thought, thought process Let's build these pyramids in the mental real quick Knahmean, for real let's get it on (You sufferin from the curse, black people changed for the worse) [Pop The Brown Hornet] Growin up I never thought it'd be like this Them kids I used to run with they end up on my hit list I remember when we used to rhyme Now we shootin at each other with fully loaded nines And crack got us buggin No more lovin and huggin It's strictly slug servin over turf What's it all worth See once you gone you gone and all your loved ones, they're left hurt And brothers don't think no more Cause all they wanna see is war Stupid mother, stupid mother pimped by America And can't even see the realness Get your act together, it's about to blaze Republicans they got them Democrats in a daze Cops are killin blacks more than ever Blacks are killin blacks more than ever We're blind in every which way shape and form You better analyze that the revolution's on They could care less about the black man's stress I can't even walk the streets without a bulletproof vest Bullets are flyin, black babies are dyin Mothers are cryin but I'm still packin the iron They say God works in mysterious ways Well, so do the devil on a whole d |
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