[Intro: J. Morris]
Khao
No justice, no peace in these streets
Can you hear the babies crying?
Politicians and crooked police
Worried about the mighty dollar
[Chorus: J. Morris]
Instead of us, Instead of us, Instead of us
Got another shot fired
They scared of us, They scared of us, They scared of us
If we ever get united
[Post-Chorus: J. Morris, T.I.]
Trouble (Trouble, trouble, trouble)
Trouble (Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble)
Trouble (Trouble, trouble, trouble)
Trouble (Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble)
Ayo, chill
[Verse 1: T.I.]
Remember late night in the dope hole
With a half bag and smoke pole
It’s a cold game
You admittedly gave cocaine
To the same people that you locked up
Gave a life sentence and did the whole thang
That what the plan was the whole time
Now I keep a nigga with some closed eyes
Celebrating your holidays
Pray to yo God 'cause you stole mine
Kill a nigga when they whistling at yo women
When you come and rape mines
Tearing down our heroes
You do the same thing, but you keep yours
Quick to hit a nigga with the RICO
See the bullshit through the peep hole (Bap)
Hustle air to the death
Listen shorty, all we got is our G code
Better stand up or get rolled over
Hit the front line, let 'em go, solider (Bap)
Huh, yo partner they some shooters, huh (Huh)
All you niggas wanna kill something
Shoot at Chief Keef, shoot at 6ix9ine
But do a damn thing to George Zimmerman
Okay, and all these black women come up missing
Where da fuck is all the real nigga (Where)
All you niggas shooting in the club
Get yo hard ass in the field, nigga
Okay, I’ll be damn if I won't bust mine
Risk my life, take my time
No, you niggas ain't revolution ready
Y’all ain’t even finna waste my time
Khao
No justice, no peace in these streets
Can you hear the babies crying?
Politicians and crooked police
Worried about the mighty dollar
[Chorus: J. Morris]
Instead of us, Instead of us, Instead of us
Got another shot fired
They scared of us, They scared of us, They scared of us
If we ever get united
[Post-Chorus: J. Morris, T.I.]
Trouble (Trouble, trouble, trouble)
Trouble (Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble)
Trouble (Trouble, trouble, trouble)
Trouble (Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble)
Ayo, chill
[Verse 1: T.I.]
Remember late night in the dope hole
With a half bag and smoke pole
It’s a cold game
You admittedly gave cocaine
To the same people that you locked up
Gave a life sentence and did the whole thang
That what the plan was the whole time
Now I keep a nigga with some closed eyes
Celebrating your holidays
Pray to yo God 'cause you stole mine
Kill a nigga when they whistling at yo women
When you come and rape mines
Tearing down our heroes
You do the same thing, but you keep yours
Quick to hit a nigga with the RICO
See the bullshit through the peep hole (Bap)
Hustle air to the death
Listen shorty, all we got is our G code
Better stand up or get rolled over
Hit the front line, let 'em go, solider (Bap)
Huh, yo partner they some shooters, huh (Huh)
All you niggas wanna kill something
Shoot at Chief Keef, shoot at 6ix9ine
But do a damn thing to George Zimmerman
Okay, and all these black women come up missing
Where da fuck is all the real nigga (Where)
All you niggas shooting in the club
Get yo hard ass in the field, nigga
Okay, I’ll be damn if I won't bust mine
Risk my life, take my time
No, you niggas ain't revolution ready
Y’all ain’t even finna waste my time
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