(What about us?) What about my niggaz still out on the street?
(What about us?) What about my partners doin' time?
(What about us?) What about this arrest me, from the police?
(What about us?) What about my young thugs dyin'?
-Layzie Bone-
This for my, incarcerated niggaz
that stuck in the pen, ain't coming home/
Gotta stay strong cause you aint alone,
remember you always got love from Bone/
But still its pain and may not know it/
I'm a boy and I gotta show it/
And I hear the cries from the babies
that I wish they had a chance don't wanna blow it/
But unemployed for all the little girls and boys/
You got'sa, love your mom and daddy
and maybe one day you can get them toys/
Oh boy, its getting deep more expensive then ever cheap/
What about that little nigga running the streets
making a living through his beats?/
What about these whack ass politicians, don't care if we live or die /What about them elderly barely breathing, gotta survive on SSI?/
They say America, the land of the free and home of the brave,
its mass hysteria, so pray on your knees and hope you get paid/
And if they bury us, at least we can live as we believe/
Dog aint nothin can break our pride,
aint nothing you can do to keep us weak/
And all of my soldiers come together/
Get on your feet, be ready to bust/
What about the war they fightin on terrorism? (Fuck that)/
What about this war against us?
-Chorus-
-Wish Bone-
What about them thugs that's dead and gone?/
What about them thugs that aint even grown?/
What about them thugs that out here lost,
and aint ever gonna find their way home?/
Suspicion got you furious, so grab your shit and listen up/
Its violence, but violence, it's the only way their gonna respect us/
With this system, wit a ghetto background wrong place wrong time/
You'll be gone, how they sleep at night when they know they be lying/
This shit we deal wit', we young black and fearless/
Living in the ghetto, they gave us the ghetto so the ghetto is all that we know/ They beat us down for dumb shit, then they lock us up for dumb shit/
Find out that I'm innocent and still gotta fight for money they owe me/
And they wonder why we riot in the damn streets (Damn streets)/
They can't hold us down we getting it now, that money/
And watch what I tell ya, everybody wants some
how they get it they don't care/
Try to kick it we keep spittin real smooth (Real smooth)/
But they listening in my business trying to fuck up my move, move out
-Chorus-
-Bizzy Bone-
Dead niggaz I've been to war, rhetor wit/ Hah, I seen it all
like soap operas on ghetto stars/ I've caught trappers rappers getting bored wit it/
Sometimes she a bitch sometimes my lady/
And in times when niggaz died she helded me like I was a baby/
The simplest things in life was always the best/
Breathing your last breath of fresh chronic in your chest/
Hey somebody call my momma and hold me one more time
before I die my momma she carry me, no comma/
Niggaz, bitches and drama/ I can recollect walkin and stoppin'/
Pops not even checking on me, juvenile delinquent/
And baby Joe was beckonin' me/
The P.O. is taking me in, I'm a runaway slave and fuck the last key kid/ Can't wait for popsie or that shit that I did/ Like spittin' on them foxies skied up, in the palm with my nigs/
This ain't the life that I love, it's the life that I live/
And it's a life full of lust nigga
-Chorus-
-Krayzie Bone-
My partner called me after court (Whats up?)/ He said they got 25 to life just for slangin' some dope to make him some cheese to feed their folks/ Now daylight come, but he won't go home/
Its sad cause it was so silly for us to get caught up and trapped by the po-po fo sho'/
And what about our boys and young girls in they wicked young world?/
Comin to school wit' heaters bustin' their teachers/
Whatever happened to family and the humanity we posses?/
What about our babies, that struggling in this mess (So stressed)/ What about the crooked coppers scaring these niggaz off in the hood?/
What about them niggaz that would get on off the block if they could?/ See most of my niggaz is still in the street
still struggling and hustlin' trying to get something eat/
Some of them restin in peace, still some will never get free/
Bone Thug gotta show love, keep it trill and really real/
Let 'em know about us, bout us
-Chorus-
-Kids-
What about us?...
Recorded for the Bone Thugs~n~Harmony album Thug World Order