Lord Have Mercy Songtext
von Backbone

One time


S.W.A.T.S., drop tops and ′gnac, little bitty killers on the block
Cock back the gat, can't a day go by
One of these villains don′t die
I won't try to fight this feeling
This concrete thing get thrilling
Niggas is killing for nothing
Meaning niggas is living for less, I guess
Now I'mma bring it to you like it is
The rest you supposed to know
See, crime, that get you time to the door
Slick, when you hit ′em, get ′em
But keep your name up out they system
'Cause that there could sure fuck up the rhythm of things
Caught up, charged it to the game
Now you sitting downtown trying to explain
Simple and plain, but they ain′t finna be listening
You pre-trial detained for your court sentencing
These situations keep you tied in a knot
Lord have mercy on the S.W.A.T.S

Lord have mercy on me
I guess this is how it's gon′ be
Shooting nine daily on the same corner that made me
But that's the only change I′m gon' see
Lord have mercy on me
I'm doing the best that I can
But it′s hard in my front yard
It′s do or die out here, you understand?


I done seen these same little bitty niggas squeeze
Little bitty triggers
Now these little bitty killers is
Little bitty killers
Couldn't have been no more than thirteen
Supplying fiends, shorties strictly stressing dirty
I sit on the porch and watch ′em flee from the police
But the nighttime blind and ain't no eyes on the streets
First law of the concrete
Better never ever repeat nothing you seen
He say he out to make a killing, that′s how it go
Or he ride and take a living for sure
He say he kill and kill again, he a kick in the door
He eat the lick, he trick a million or more
Nobody with him, he so low when he creep through
Ride a glass Chevrolet damn near see-through
But they all fall
'Cause he learned to walk but he never learned to crawl
Have mercy, Lord

Lord have mercy on me
I guess this is how it′s gon' be
Shooting nine daily on the same corner that made me
But that's the only change I′m gon′ see
Lord have mercy on me
I'm doing the best that I can
But it′s hard in my front yard
It's do or die out here, you understand?

I get it in, I put the chamber under your chin
I play to win, stingy, I don′t have no Edalyn
I'm stainless steel, top and bottom grill, Cee-Lo Seville
I′m still real, only millimeters away from my meal
Mighty nice, just enough, not inconsiderate ice
You contemplating contesting, please consider it twice
'Cause I'm connected with the kind that at the drop of a dime
Will roll or roll down the back window and blow your mind
I′m heavyweight, and front street skeet got the snorters geeked up
And they keep running back to the plate
We get it on, get out the pot, get on the block and get it gone
Raised up up out the factories and then we sit at home
You want yours? Get out and throw even if it′s ice cold
And slice O's, it′s a dice roll
And may the Lord have mercy on your hustling ass soul

Lord have mercy on me
I'm doing the best that I can
But it′s hard in my front yard
It's do or die out here, you understand?
Lord have mercy on me
I guess this is how it′s gon' be
Shooting nine daily on the same corner that made me
But that's the only change I′m gon′ see
Lord have mercy on me
I'm doing the best that I can
But it′s hard in my front yard
It's do or die out here, you understand?

You understand?
You understand?

-Phone dialing
Who this nigga?
-Phone rings
Come on, come on, pick up
-Phone rings
What′s happening?
-Phone rings
Damn, pick up the phone
-Phone rings
Don't ever pick up the phone
Why you playing?
You already know what′s happening
Yeesh