Testo Get Cha Issue - Bun B
Testo della canzone Get Cha Issue (Bun B), tratta dall'album II Trill (Amended)
Payback's a motherfucker!
This is where we take a journey called karma
What goes around, comes back around
Especially with the rules of these streets
It's a bloody war, the rules of engagement
Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth
Justice, in the mind of a gangsta
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 chaplet this, first that, pass the plate, pay your tithes
Puttin' rings on your fingers, and rims on your ride
You don't need yourself a thousand dollar suit, just to pray in
Or a million dollar house for you to stay in
Marriage counselin' but cheatin' on your own wife
Undercover pedophile, a heathen in your own right
Let the do'knob hit you where the good Lord split you
You's a dirty motherfucker, it's time to get'cha issue, c'mon
The good book say, let he who is without sin cast the first stone
Man 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 niggas don't go to church now
It ain't the message, it's the motherfuckin' 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 nightstick in your hand and you walkin' your beat
Or in the blue and white car drivin' down my street
You say you here to help the people, and do us some good
Protect us and serve and try to keep the peace in the 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
Pumpin' sixty-one slugs into an unarmed guy
Tried to say that the assailant had a motherfuckin' handgun
But when you couldn't find one you motherfuckers plant one
Rampart scandal, 2Pac Shakur
Christopher Wallace it got me sick man who got the cure?
If the PD, went M-I-A, we wouldn't miss ya
Y'all some dirty motherfuckers, it's time to get'cha issue, c'mon
Look at this shit mayne
Amadou Diallo, Sean Bell, 2Pac Shakur, Notorious B.I.G
Motherfuckers is dyin' out here man
And if the police ain't killin' 'em
They not givin' a fuck about who eatin'
Nobody tryin' to find out who killed these people
Fat Pat, Big HAWK, the shit ain't right man
Good cop, bad cop, the line blurry every day
Let us move on
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 motherfuckers keepin' us off track is you
Damn near everybody runnin' is a member of the senate
That voted to send us to war, so y'all got us in it
Now the shit done hit the fan, and you tryin' to say
You wasn't down from the jump but man the shit won't play
Y'all some liars, stealers, philanderers and all
Got senators suckin' dick inside of bathroom stalls
Naw, elected officials lettin' a dick kiss you
You's a dirty motherfucker, it's time to get'cha issue, c'mon
Man I don't believe this shit
Motherfuckers overseas dyin' at war
We just got rid of a president that didn't wanna do nothin'
Sit back and got his dick sucked all day
Now we got motherfuckin' elected people, in office
In motherfuckin' airport bathrooms tryin' to suck
Dick tappin' people on they feet and shit
Man what is this world comin' to?
Who lookin' out for the children, education, social security?
Bring my people back from motherfuckin' Iraq mayne
For real, let us move on
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Writer(s): Bernard James Freeman, Randy Jefferson, Gary Cunningham
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