TIM SMOOTH - They Got Us lyrics

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[First Verse:]

Now this is for my niggas on the corner

Act bad, nigga do what'cha wanna

But'cha know they got a bigger eye on ya

Watchin', watchin', they watchin'

They got us livin' upon dreams

Comin' up on schemes

Quest for long green

We offin' the wrong team

Members seen December's alot longer

Wind's alot stronger, not too long, 'fore they drop on ya

Then you got pneumonia, can't be cured

Cuz you debt to a

BITCH, which you never met

Steady get along, but, check your tone nigga

Better get a zone cuz bills will split your home

It's on, empty pockets make an empty conscience

If we honest, most of our real die over simple nonsense

But Tim has promised himself, and he is better

But I can't lie

At times, I'm crooked as a Saint I

Ain't I a hypocrite?

Or, am I excused cuz rules change so much? This shit so thick!

Even my lil' clique is out'chea lookin' out for partners

We've been hoodwinked, bamboozled, makin' fool of us

[Chorus:]

THEY GOT US

Livin' up on dreams

Quest for long green

We offin' the wrong team

It's sad life!

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[Second Verse:]

Nowadays,

Everybody got their lil' issue with pictures of Malcolm and Martin

But nobody's takin' steps finishin' what they died startin'

Caught in this World of material

Baby serious

To save a nigga, it's gone take a major miracle

THEY GOT US, clutchin' our riches when we pass niggas

But, they ridin' tougher, DAMN THEM SOME SMART BITCHES

Picture, runnin' off a chain

Changes are different and it's strong enough to drag a truck or a train

"Maintain!" is what we holler

They game is what we follow

Claimin' our own kind on goals just to gain a dollar

Well who's the mack?

And who's the jackass?

Black ass just came and went, huh, that fast

And that's sad, cuz he may have been a gift from God

You knocked off, and that's the chance to lift us all

It's so hard to say goodbye to yesterday

But, tomorrow's gettin' farther away

You best to pray

Let's just say this on God

Cuz all our attempts at takin' flight, tend to land in the morgue

Lord, I lay me down to sleep

Take my soul and help me teach my people how we really could run the street

Cuz we beat

[Chorus]