Bun B - Get Yo Issue lyrics

Paybacks a motherf**er This is where we take a journey called karma What goes around comes back round Especially in the rules of these streets Its a bloody war in the rules of engagement Eye for an eye tooth for a tooth Justice in the eyes of a gangster 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 and a robe on your back Steppin' out your 2008 Escalade Cadillac You standin' up in the pulpit lookin' out at the peau Preachin' the good word and tellin' Christian folks what to do You talkin' bout the sinners and sinnnin' but lets keep it true Ain't nobody in this church a bigger sinner than you Lets chapter this, first pact, pa** the plate, pay your ties Puttin' rings on your fingers and rims on your ride You don't need a thousand dollar suit just pray in Or a million dollar house for you to stay in Marriage counseling but cheating on your own wife Undercover pedifiler even in your own right Let the door knob hit'cha where the good lord split'cha You's a dirty motherf**er so its time to get cha issue c'mon The good book say, he who is without sin cast the first stone Man everytime I walk in the church house The preacher cuttin' his eyes at me For that though, he cant throw nothin' my way He dirtier than I am Ridin' down the street shinin', ballin' Hollerin' at broads, hollerin' dudes on the cool Thats why n***as dont go to church now It ain't the message its the motherf**in' messenger, Let us move on Hey Mr. Policeman what do you say I see you out here tryin' to save yourself some people today You got the knight stick in your and the walkin' your beat Or in the blue and white car drivin' down my street You say you hear to help the people and do us some good Protect and serve and try to keep some peace in the hood Claim you crackin' down on the crime but lets keep it true Cause the biggest criminals in my city is you You know police brutality is at a all tiem high Pumpin' 61 slugs into an unarmed guy Try to say that he was sellin', had a motherf**in' hand gun When you couldn't find one, you motherf**ers plant one Rampart scandal Tupac Shakur Christopher Wallace, you got me sick But who got the cure, If the PD went M-I-A we wouldnt miss you, You some dirty motherf**ers and its time to get cha issue c'mon Look at this sh** manj I'ma do dewalla, Sean Bell, Tupac Shakur, Notorious B.I.G Motherf**ers is dieing out here man And if the poilice aint k**in 'em They don't give a f** about the weak, Nobody tryin' to figure out who k**ed these people Fat Pack, Big Hawk, the sh** ain't right man' Good cop, bad cop, the line blurring everyday, let us move on Hey Mr. Politician what do you say? I see yourself tryin' to save some people today You tellin' us its time for a change people is dieing And the current administration is doing nothing but lieing You come down to my community and tell us your goals To clean the system up and get the crisis under control Claiming you get us on track but lets keep it true The man motherf**ers keepin' us off track is you Damn near everybody runnin' is a member of the senate And voted to send us to war, so yall gotta send it Now the sh** done hit the fan and now you tryin to say You wasn't down from the jump, man this sh** wont play Yall some liars, stealer's, vallanderers and all Got senate to s** your dick inside the bathroom stalls Now elected officials lettin the dick kiss you You's a dirty motherf**er so its time to get cha issue c'mon Man I don't believe this sh** Motherf**ers overseas dying in that war, We jsut got rid of a prison and Now he just wanna sit back and get his dick s** all damn day Now we got motherf**in' elected people in office In airport bathrooms s** dick, Tappin' people on they feet and sh** Man whats this world comin' to, who lookin' out for the children Education, social security, bring out people back from motherf**in' Iraq man For real let us move on