-Chorus (Krayzie & Children)-
What about us? What about my niggas still on the streets? What about us? What about my partners doin' time? What about us? What about this harrassment from the police? (What about us?) What about my young thugs dyin'?
Layzie
This' for my concerated niggas that's stuck in The Pen, ain't comin' home/ Gotta stay strong cuz you ain't alone, remember you always got love from Bone/ But still, it's pain, and man I know it/ I'm a poet and I gots to show it/ And I hear the cries from them babies that wish they had they chance and don't wanna blow it (Slow down!) For the unemployed, all of them girls and boys; You gots to love your Mom and Daddy and maybe one of you get employees/ Oh boy! It's gettin' deeper, more expensive, and never cheaper/ What about that lil' nigga runnin' the streets, makin' a livin' through his people/ What about these whack-assed politicians, don't care if we live or die/ What about them evidiently barely breathin' surviviin' on S-S-I/ They say "America, the land of the free, the home of the brave" It's mass hysteria so pray on your knees and hope you get paid/ And if they bury us, at least we can as we believe/ Dog, ain't nothin' can break our pride, ain't nothin' they can do can keep us weak/ And all of my soldiers comin' together, get on your feet, be ready to bust/ What about the war they fightin' on terrorism? (Fuck that!) What about the war against us?
-Chorus (Krayzie & Children)-
Wish
What about them thugs that's steady gone? What about them thugs that ain't even grown? What about them thugs that's out here lost and never gon' find they way home? Suspiscion gots you furious, so grab your shit and don't listen to us/ If violence for violence is the only way they gon' respect us/ (?) You'll be lone in the streets (?) That's the shit we deal with, livin' young, black, and fearless/ Livin' in the ghetto, they give us the ghetto so the ghetto is all we know/ We just down for dumb-shit then they lock us up for dumb-shit/ Find out that I'm innocent, I 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 gettin' it now, that money/ And watch what I tell you/ Everybody wants some, how they get it they don't care/ Tryin' to kick it when your spittin' it real smooth/ But they listenin' in my bizness tryin' to fuck up my mood (Move out!)
-Chorus (Krayzie & Children)-
Bizzy
Damn niggas up in the war been called with, huh? I seen it all, like soap opera's on ghetto stars off cut (?) rappers gettin' board with it/ Sometimes she's a bitch, sometimes my lady/ And at times when niggas died, she held me like I was a baby/ The simplest things in life was always the best/ Breathin' your last breath with fresh chronic in your chest/ Hey, somebody call my Moma to hold me one more time before I die/ My Moma, she'd carry me, no karma/ Niggas, bitches, and drama, heh/ Can't recolect walkin' and stompin'/ Pop's not even checkin' on me/ Juvinial delinquent and baby (?) he takin' me in (?) and fuck the latch-key kid/ Can't wait Pop's to hear that of shit that I did, like swiggin' on Foxy's (?) This not the life that I love but it's the life that I live and it's a life of lust nigga
-Chorus (Krayzie & Children)-
Krayzie
My partner called me after quarters, he said he got 25 to life just for slangin' some dope to make him some cheese to feed his folks/ Now daylight come and but he won't go home/ He's sad cuz he was upset for us to get up up and trap with the po-po fo' sho'/ What about our boys and young girls in they wicked young world, comin' to school with heaters bustin' at teachers/ Whatever happened to family and the humanity we possess/ What about our babies just strugglin' in this mess? So much stress/ What about the crooked copper killin' these nigga off in the hood/ What about the nigga that'd get blown off the block if they could/ See, most of my niggas still in these streets still strugglin' hustlin' tryin' to get somethin' to eat/ Some of 'em restin' in peace, still some of 'em will never get free/ But Bone Thug got to show love, keep it trill, really real, let 'em know about us
-Chorus (Krayzie & Children)-