Scared of Us

No justice, no peace on these streets
Can you hear the babies crying
Politicians and crooked police
Worried about the mighty dollar
Instead of us, instead of us, instead of us
Got another shot fired

They scared of us, they scared of us, they scared of us
If we ever get united
Trouble
Trouble
Trouble
Trouble

Remember late night in the dope hole
With a half bag and smoke pole
It's a cold game
You admittedly gave cocaine
To the same people that you locked up
Gave a life sentence and did the whole thang
That what the plan was the whole time

Now I keep a nigga with some closed eyes
Celebrating your holidays, pray to yo God 'cause you stole mine
Kill a nigga when they whistling at yo women
When you come and rape mines
Tearing down our heroes
You do the same thing but you keep yours

Quick to hit a nigga with the RICO
See the bullshit through the peep hole
Hustle air to the death
Listen shorty all we got is our G code
Better stand up or get rolled over
Hit the front line let 'em go solider
Huh your partner they some shooters huh

All you niggas wanna kill something
Shoot at Chief Keef, shoot at 69, but do a damn thing to George Zimmerman
Ok and all these black women come up missing
Where da fuck is all the real nigga
All you niggas shooting in the club
Get yo hard ass in the field nigga
Ok I'll be damn if I won't bust mine

Risk my life, take my time
No you niggas ain't revolution ready
Y'all ain't even finna waste my time

They scared of us, they scared of us, they scared of us
Got another shot fired
They scared of us, they scared of us, they scared of us
If we ever get united
Trouble
Trouble
Trouble
Trouble

Get the Illuminati
Call the White House to talk to somebody
About our forecast on life, no sunny days
Man the vision's cloudy
No need to be alarmed get rowdy
Call for back up cops double up

Your project was to keep us in the hood in other words blinded covered up
Not exposed to what we could have
Got me irate man and I hate
How the knowledge that we lack
Got us taken back
To a slave driven mind state
Willie lynch it's encrypted from

The play book that it's scripted from
Brother say he'll die for a neighborhood that his momma just got evicted from
Another name that the cops slained
Better lay low when it's close to dark
They bucked at me threw the cuffs at me

I boycotted the bus
Like I was Rosa parks
You say you wouldn't join the military
But you trapping hard so you might as well
Another agent for the government
When you're in the hood serving clientele

Think about it
We in the hood trapping and loving it
The same way a soldier representing the government
Soldiers supplied with their weapons and training
The same way we are with the drugs that we slinging

Gotta wake up it's time people
Every body get in line people
The system played us
And you can't see it
Like I'm in a world full of blind people

They scared of us, they scared of us, they scared of us
Got another shot fired
They scared of us, they scared of us, they scared of us
If we ever get united
Trouble
Trouble
Trouble
Trouble

I got into a lot of trouble back when I was 10
Back when I use to have a lot of friends
Back when I ain't have no common sense
Back when I use to play Simon says
And never listen to a thing my Moma said
With a thing for myself so I pretend

Do I wanna be rich well it depends
I mean I can be rich like Hov and Puff
I can be rich like Warren Buff
Or I can flip bricks and all them drugs
But that's more trouble for all of us
Sometimes I be thinking hard to much
Like what if triple x was hard to touch

What if Rosa never caught the bus
What if more parents was hard on us
Look what if Kaepernick wasn't all black
What if Trayvon and Zimmerman never crossed paths
What if Malcolm ain't have a dark past
What if

What if Sean Bell never got engaged
What if Donald Trump never got his way
What if Dr. King ain't have a lot to say
Make way for penalty
AKA the killer me

The KKK got denim sheets
But niggas can't even kneel in peace
Niggas can't wait to get at me
Police can't wait to finish me
Throw dirt on my name and spit at me
Then shoot me and say I'm finicky
I gotta pray for my enemies

Trouble
Trouble
Trouble
Trouble

They know what it is
They know we the truth
And when they seen pyramids we were through
They drew up a scheme
To wipe us out clean
They seen all the greatness and never recouped

Conditioned our minds to believe that we less than human
With a book to recite to the youth
Manipulation got us tight in the noose
And everyday we see it right in the news

It's blasphemy
That you'll blast at me
If I smash ya sneaks
And be a casualty
But won't flash the heat
When the crackers beat

Ya black ass to sleep
You wanna ask for peace
And then crash the streets
Strapped with the gasoline
Burn the shit down to an ash and leave
These protests backwards if you askin' me
'Cause when the party's over and your asses leave

Cops still kill a nigga before the night's done
Care less if they shot the right one
We just record, and let the likes run
All these images we seein it gotta incite something
While you stunting on the gram wit all the nice guns
Pull up wit da stick you got to light one
All these oppressors you got to strike one
What we gone do, fight or run our mouths

No justice, no peace on these streets
Can you hear the babies crying