Lord Have Mercy

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