Mr. Bigg - What About Us lyrics

(Chorus x 2) Now what about us Ooh they got us f**ed up They forgot about us Ooh they got us f**ed up I went to jail cause they say that I be selling that yae They hate to see a young black n***a trying to get paid Get on the phone, call my mama and my lawyer And tell all them hoes, I'm f**in send me some money order Cause I'm gonna be hear a while, ain't getting out I should've never brought my black a** to the south I can't make bail cause I ain't got no bonds They ain't gonna give me no bonds cause they know I'm gonna run These white b**hes will make n***a a** feel it They got me f**ed up, so now I gotta deal wit it They wanna make a deal, b**h I ain't no f**in squealer They say I'm a kingpin and a fire arm dealer The kingpin is the white boy that locked me up He got the whole f**in neighborhood sowed up Take twenty years for some sh** you can't prove Just because I'm black, you think that I'm a damn fool No dope, no guns, no case, let's take this sh** to trial Mr. Bigg versus the state, and then I still might not win Because I know they wanna send me to the pen (Chorus x 2) I'm riding on the muthaf**in van With two handcuffs on my muthaf**in hands I'm on my way to court, trying to see what they going to give me My homies in the court room holler if ya hear me My b**hes on the back row, crying and sh** This muthaf**in judge trying to offer me a ten split I ain't taking sh**, cause you ain't got no evidence Tell the grand jury they can s** my muthaf**in Riding on the muthaf**in bus On my way to prison, but I don't give a f** They shaved my face, and cut the hair up off my head And gave me a blanket and a sheet for a muthaf**in bunk bed Three t-shirts and three pairs of socks A bar stain soap, toothpaste, and a padlock I'm settled in now it's time for me to creep I finally meet some n***as, that I knew from when I was on the street Mr. Bigg how much time you got? I heard you had twenty years and you ain't never getting out Telling me I need Jesus, muthaf**as get locked up Now they wanna be preachers I can't pray cause I don't know how I wasn't saved on the streets So who can f**in save me now But when I hit the streets again I won't forget about my homies in the pen (Chorus x 2) Over by the softball field Chumps telling lies about the n***as they done k**ed And all of the keys that they flew from overseas And all of the weed that they grew in Tennessee Lying about there homes and they testerosed kits But those same hoes, haven't never sent you sh** I reminisce late at night laying in my bed Thinking about the sh** my mama once said Never trust a n***a and never trust a woman And never f** a b**h unless you getting something from her A lot of n***as bawl because they give them hoes their heart The same n***as I see crying in the dark You gave that b**h your house You gave that b**h your home Now you in the pen and now that b**h gone Spending up your money while you stuck behind a wall Stankin a** b**h won't accept your phone call (Chorus x 2)