Bun B - Get Cha Issue lyrics

[Intro] Payback's a motherf**er! 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, pa** 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 motherf**er (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 n***az don't go to church now It ain't the message, it's the motherf**in 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 a**ailant had a motherf**in handgun But when you couldn't find one, you motherf**ers 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 motherf**ers (so) it's time to get'cha issue, c'mon [Interlude: Bun B] Look at this sh** mayne Amadou Diallo, Sean Bell, Tupac Shakur, Notorious B.I.G. Motherf**ers is dyin out here man And if the police ain't k**in 'em They not givin a f** about who will Nobody tryin to find out who k**ed these people Fat Pat, Big H.A.W.K., this sh** 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 motherf**ers 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 sh** done hit the fan, and you tryin to say you wasn't down from the jump but man the sh** won't play Y'all some liars, stealers, philanderers and all Got senate to s** the dick inside of bathroom stalls Nah, elected officials lettin the dick kiss you You's a dirty motherf**er (so) it's time to get'cha issue, c'mon [Outro: Bun B] Man, I don't believe this sh** Motherf**ers overseas die in that war We just got rid of a president that didn't wanna do nothin Sit back and got his dick s**ed all day Now we got motherf**in elected people, in office In motherf**in airport bathroom tryin to s** the dicks half the people on the beat and sh** Now what is this world comin to? Who lookin out for the children, education, social security Bring my people back from motherf**in Iraq mayne, for real Let us move on [echoes]