Lord Have Mercy

One time...<br><br>[Backbone]<br>SWAT`s, drop-tops and `gnac<br>Lil-bitty killas on the block, cock back the gat<br>Can`t a day go by, one of these villians don`t die<br>Won`t try to fight this feelin, this concrete thang<br>It - thrillin niggas, it`s killin for nothin<br>Meanin, niggas is livin for less, I guess<br>That I`m bring it to ya like it I-S<br>The rest your `sposed to know<br>See crime, that get`cha time, to the do` slick<br>When you hit `em, get `em,<br>but keep yo` name up out they system<br>Cuz that there could sho` fuck up the rhythem of thangs<br>Called up, charge it to the game<br>No your sittin downtown tryin to explain<br>Simple-n-plain, but they ain`t finna be listenin<br>You pre-trial detain to yo` co-sentencing (Uh-huh)<br>This situation keep ya tied in a knot<br>Lord have mercy on the SWAT`s<br><br>[Chorus - Joi & Cee-Lo]<br>Lord have mercy, on me<br>This is just how it`s gone be<br>Niggas dying daily on them same corner that pay me<br>but that`s the only chain I`m gon` see<br>Lord have mercy, on me<br>I`m doin the best that I can<br>But it`s hard in my front yard<br>It`s do or die out here, ya understand?<br><br>[Backbone]<br>I done seen these same, lil-bitty niggas squeeze<br>Lil-bitty triggers, now these (Uh-huh)<br>Lil-bitty niggas is, lil-bitty killers (Uh-huh)<br>Couldn`ta been no more than thirteen (Uh-unh)<br>Supplyin fiends, shorties strictly stressin dir-ty (What?)<br>I sit on the porch and watch `em FLEE from the po-lice<br>But the nighttime blind, and ain`t no eyes on the streets (Shhh)<br>First Law of the Concrete<br>Better, never ever repeat, nothin ya seen (Uh-unh)<br>He said he had to make a killin (Uh-huh)<br>That`s how it go whodi, ride and take a livin fo` sho`<br>He say he kill and kill again, he`ll kick in the do` (Yea-ah)<br>Keep the lick, he trick a milli into mo` (Yeah)<br>Nobody wit him, he so low, when he creep through (Uh-huh)<br>Ride a glass Cheverolet, damn near see-through<br>But they all fall, cuz he learnt to walk<br>But he, never learnt to crawl, have mercy Lord<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Cee-Lo]<br>I get it in, I put the chamber under yo` chin<br>I play to win, stingy, I don`t have no air to lend<br>I`m standin still, talkin `bout I`m grill<br>Cee-Lo Seville and steel real<br>Only millimeters away from my meal<br>Mighty knife, just enough not inconsiderate ice<br>Your contemplatin, contestin, please consider it twice<br>Cuz I`m connected with the guy left after the drop of a dime<br>Or roll or roll down a bat, wonder what blow your mind<br>I`m heavyweight<br>and Front Street Skeet, got the snorters geeked-up<br>and they keep runnin back to the plate<br>We get it on, get it out the pot<br>Get on the block, and get it gone<br>Raised up out of the factories, and then we sit it chrome<br>Ya won`t show, get out doors even if it`s ice-cold<br>And slice O`s as the dice rolls, shit<br>And may Lord have mercy on your hustlin-ass soul<br><br>[Chorus]<br>Lord have mercy, on me<br>I`m doin the best that I can<br>But it`s hard in my front yard<br>It`s do or die out here, ya understand<br>Lord have mercy, on me<br>This is just how it`s gone be<br>Niggas dying daily on them same corner that pay me<br>but that`s the only chain I`m gon` see<br>Lord have mercy, on me<br>I`m doin the best that I can<br>But it`s hard in my front yard<br>It`s do or die out here, ya understand<br><br>{*humming until fade*}