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Gp Wu - Things Ain't What They Used To Be
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Them some small ass niggas man What happened to the realism god? Keep it tight! (niggas, niggas aint been, yo son Niggas wasnt gettin beatins like we was gettin) (niggas wasnt playin knuckles now Niggas aint playin knuckles no more) Niggas couldnt even, niggas couldnt even take a ass whippin (niggas playin piddy-pat) Word up Lets build this shit right here Build this mountain of thought, thought process Lets build these pyramids in the mental real quick Knahmean, for real lets get it on (you sufferin from the curse, black people changed for the worse) [pop the brown hornet] Growin up I never thought itd 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 Its strictly slug servin over turf Whats it all worth See once you gone you gone and all your loved ones, theyre left hurt And brothers dont think no more Cause all they wanna see is war Stupid mother, stupid mother pimped by america And cant even see the realness Get your act together, its 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 Were blind in every which way shape and form You better analyze that the revolutions on They could care less about the black mans stress I cant even walk the streets without a bulletproof vest Bullets are flyin, black babies are dyin Mothers are cryin but Im still packin the iron They say God works in mysterious ways Well, so do the devil on a whole different level That was one of the good ones, now hes gone I just seen him last night, word bond Aint nuthin gonna stop the pain Just remember his face and his name Chorus: Mercy mercy me Things aint what they used to be Like people change Oh things aint what they used to be (you sufferin from the curse, black people changed for the worse) Mercy mercy me Things aint what they used to be They rearrange Time is runnin out black man (they took it to a higher plane, but g.p. climbs and maintains) [rubberbands] My mom said it wouldnt work, callin me a jerk Started smokin dust to make my body numb cause it hurts Never thought Id be the one that I said I wouldnt be As a child, livin my life in misery Eighteen years of age, I thought this was the easy stage But I guess I got in wrong With so much pressure on my back I can just collapse But the black man stand strong like the eiffel tower Im dealin with some hard times You wouldnt understand what Im goin through Wakin up with pains in my head thats unbearable Just caught a few but if I catch another case I might be placed in a correctional facility Hit with a 1 to 3 but never been convicted of a crime But then again theres always a first time [down low recka] Lord have mercy on these niggas man (oh mercy mercy me) Yo everyone was at the wake cryin Family members and close friends, inside they dyin For some its never understood But the bottom line is he gone for good Heh, I say a prayer then exit to my left Cause Im still here waitin for my date with death Sometimes I wonder whats better Either walkin with the dead forever Or meet my creator sooner than later I often hope that the way I chose was the right one Cause the road we walk through life is a tight one Quick to throw grease in your path You slip and fall they gonna sit back and laugh But Im fully equipped cause my shoes got grip Im sharp with the tongue plus mentally fit Been through a lot, now I got my hands in this pot And it aint gon stop Times are changin, illuminati want it all And when they take it they gonna say its cause of yall Gangbangers and drug dealers murderin each other over cash That aint gonna last, lord have mercy Word up Lets build this shit right here Build this mountain of thought, thought process (they took it to a higher plane, but g.p. climbs and maintains) Lets build these pyramids in the mental real quick Knahmean, for real lets get it on (you sufferin from the curse, black people changed for the worse
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