Them some small ass niggas man

What happened to the realism God?

Keep it tight!

(Niggas, niggas ain't been, yo son

Niggas wasn't gettin beatins like we was gettin)

(Niggas wasn't playin knuckles now

Niggas ain't playin knuckles no more)

Niggas couldn't even, niggas couldn't even take a ass whippin

(Niggas playin piddy-pat)

Word up

Let's build this shit right here

Build this mountain of thought, thought process

Let's build these pyramids in the mental real quick

Knahmean, for real let's get it on

(You sufferin from the curse, black people changed for the worse)



[Pop The Brown Hornet]

Growin up I never thought it'd 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

It's strictly slug servin over turf

What's it all worth

See once you gone you gone and all your loved ones, they're left hurt

And brothers don't think no more

Cause all they wanna see is war

Stupid mother, stupid mother pimped by America

And can't even see the realness

Get your act together, it's 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

We're blind in every which way shape and form

You better analyze that the revolution's on

They could care less about the black man's stress

I can't even walk the streets without a bulletproof vest

Bullets are flyin, black babies are dyin

Mothers are cryin but I'm 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 he's gone

I just seen him last night, word bond

Ain't nuthin gonna stop the pain

Just remember his face and his name



Chorus:

Mercy mercy me

Things ain't what they used to be

Like people change

Oh things ain't what they used to be

(You sufferin from the curse, black people changed for the worse)

Mercy mercy me

Things ain't 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 wouldn't work, callin me a jerk

Started smokin dust to make my body numb cause it hurts

Never thought I'd be the one that I said I wouldn't 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

I'm dealin with some hard times

You wouldn't understand what I'm goin through

Wakin up with pains in my head that's 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 there's 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 it's never understood

But the bottom line is he gone for good

Heh, I say a prayer then exit to my left

Cause I'm still here waitin for my date with death

Sometimes I wonder what's 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 I'm fully equipped cause my shoes got grip

I'm sharp with the tongue plus mentally fit

Been through a lot, now I got my hands in this pot

And it ain't gon stop

Times are changin, Illuminati want it all

And when they take it they gonna say it's cause of y'all

Gangbangers and drug dealers murderin each other over cash

That ain't gonna last, lord have mercy



Word up

Let's 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)

Let's build these pyramids in the mental real quick

Knahmean, for real let's get it on

(You sufferin from the curse, black people changed for the worse