Lord Have Mercy Lyrics

Lord Have Mercy lyrics

f/ Cee-Lo (Goodie Mob), Joi







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







[Chorus - 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







[Chorus]







[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







[Chorus]



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*