Bun B

Bun B - Get Cha Issue lyrics

Your rating:

[Intro]

Payback's a motherfucker!

This is where we take a journey, called karma

What goes around, comes back around

Especially the rules of these streets

It's a bloody war, in the rules of engagement

Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth

Justice, in the mind of a gangsta



[Bun B]

Hey, Mr. Preacher Man, what do you say?

See you out here tryin to save yourself some people today

You got the good book in your hand and the robe on your back

Steppin out your 2008 Escalade Cadillac

You standin up in the pulpit, lookin out at the pew

Preachin the good word and tellin Christian folks what to do

You talkin 'bout the sinners are sinnin, but let's keep it true

Ain't nobody in this church a bigger sinner than you

It's chapter this, verse that, pass the plate, pay your tithes

Puttin rings on your fingers (fingers) and rims on your ride

You don't need yourself a thousand dollar suit, just to pray in

(Just to pray in) Or a million dollar house for you to stay in (nope)

Marriage counselin, but cheatin on ya own wife

Undercover pedophile, a heathen in ya own right

Let the do'knob hit ya where the good Lord split ya

You's a dirty motherfucker (so) it's time to get'cha issue, c'mon



[Interlude: Bun B]

The good book say, that he who is without sin cast the first stone

Mayne every time I walk inside the church house

the preacher cuttin his eyes at me

But I know he can't throw nothin my way

He dirtier than I am, ridin down the street shinin, ballin

Hollerin at broads, hollerin at dudes on the cool

That's why niggaz don't go to church now

It ain't the message, it's the motherfuckin messenger

Let us move on



[Bun B]

Hey, Mr. Policeman, what do you say?

I see you out here tryin to save yourself some people today

You got that nightstick in your hand and you walkin your beat

Or in the blue-and-white car and drivin down my street

You say you here to help the people, and do us some good

Protect us and serve, to try to keep the peace in our hood

Claim you crackin down on the crime, but let's keep it true

Cause the biggest criminals in my city is you

You know police brutality is at a all-time high (high)

Pumpin 61 slugs into an unarmed guy (guy)

Tried to say that the assailant had a motherfuckin handgun

But when you couldn't find one, you motherfuckers plant one

Rampart scandal, Tupac Shakur

Christopher Wallace, it got me sick and who got the cure?

If the PD, went M.I.A., we wouldn't miss ya

Y'all some dirty motherfuckers (so) it's time to get'cha issue, c'mon



[Interlude: Bun B]

Look at this shit mayne

Amadou Diallo, Sean Bell, Tupac Shakur, Notorious B.I.G.

Motherfuckers is dyin out here man

And if the police ain't killin 'em

They not givin a fuck about who will

Nobody tryin to find out who killed these people

Fat Pat, Big H.A.W.K., this shit ain't right man

Good cop, bad cop, the line blurry every day

Let us move on



[Bun B]

Hey, Mr. Politician, what do you say?

I see you out here tryin to save yourself some people today

You tellin us it's time for a change, people is dyin

And the current administration doin nothin but lyin

You come down to my community and tell us your goals

to clean the system up and get the crisis under control

Claimin you can get us on track, but let's keep it true

The main motherfuckers keepin us off track is you

Damn near everybody runnin is a member of the senate

They voted to send us to war, so y'all got us in it

Now the shit done hit the fan, and you tryin to say

you wasn't down from the jump but man the shit won't play

Y'all some liars, stealers, philanderers and all

Got senate to suck the dick inside of bathroom stalls

Nah, elected officials lettin the dick kiss you

You's a dirty motherfucker (so) it's time to get'cha issue, c'mon



[Outro: Bun B]

Man, I don't believe this shit

Motherfuckers overseas die in that war

We just got rid of a president that didn't wanna do nothin

Sit back and got his dick sucked all day

Now we got motherfuckin elected people, in office

In motherfuckin airport bathroom tryin to suck

the dicks half the people on the beat and shit

Now what is this world comin to?

Who lookin out for the children, education, social security

Bring my people back from motherfuckin Iraq mayne, for real

Let us move on [echoes]




Get this song at:
bol.com
amazon.com

Copyrights:

Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: ?

Details:

Language: English

Share your thoughts

This form is protected by reCAPTCHA and the Google Privacy Policy and Terms of Service apply.

0 Comments found