Willie The Kid - We Must Be Heard lyrics

[In the background] This... Could be something big! [Ludacris] Don't change the station I've been impatiently waiting Pacin', welcome to the Danger Zone It's a war goin' on outside And my people gotta paint they faces on And what I gotta do, And what I gotta do Is work and flip a dolla' Ain't got no trophies But I got a shelf of empty liquor bottles Not an alcoholic but alcohol it Can ease the pain Drinkin' all my problems away But still prayin' in Jesus' name Tryna' turn our voices up And the government tones us down Now that gas is goin' up And the hood is goin' down So the hood is comin' fo' ya' In the streets is hungry goons! Comin' to a neighborhood near you Today or someday soon Betta' watch yo' back, watch yo' front And watch yo' side to side Betta' grab yo' gat, light that blunt; The streets gon' ride tonight And I'm just gon' ride it out Til my expiration date Cause I go hard in the paint They softer than paper plates Make way for the revolution And yes you should be scurred Cause one way or another... My people will be heard [Willie the Kid] I'mma show you what the soldiers see: Emba**y, Diplomacy Sing-sing infantry Shootin' at the cobra fleet Deploy shots, similar to airbags, whereas This hairpin, trigga' split a hair in half Body bags, fishy like Herring When I'm airin', tear a chair in half Watchin' Half Baked At the cabin by the Lake See the blue and white plates See the wood on the panel Or maybe cherry oak, Chilly O, flannel coat Warfare? Never fair Therefore, I need finer things: Like grenades; tanks; a couple fighter planes I'm decorated in medals; Stripes like a Zebra And by the way, you rappin' n***a's I don't like you neitha' I mean, "either," proper gramma' Pop a camera -- man on that rap, DVD propaganda Yeah, Willie the Kid, I ain't one for the shenanigans n***a' strike a pose, leave you froze, like a mannequin [Busta Rhymes] (During Kid's last verse) In these times The economy got n***a's thinkin' The worst to make paper Cause somebody ain't accommodatin' n***a's Enough for they slave labor That's when ya' get a n***a' thinkin about Ya' know he gotta' come in to ya' It's when a n***a' throw a ski mask on Run up in ya' house, and wanna' do dumb sh** to ya' Rollin' the dices with a n***a' that be strugglin' Tryna' make it through the crisis It might just make him wanna' act up a little bit To print another new gas prices All this f**ery we got goin' on Indeed it needs to cease How the hell is THAT ever, ever gonna happen When the value of the dollar keeps decreasin'? Easin' my hand in somebody's pocket (f** that!) I gotta' keep eatin Speakin' for everybody in the struggle like me We gotta get it even if we cheatin'! Breathin' hard, my mind is blown Tryin' not to get evicted out my home But tryna' live when you know a n***a' broke Is like tryna' squeeze blood out a stone But I'm goin' through the drama with DJ Drama (What!?) I do it for my kids and mama (Who!) Leave it to Barack Obama (Yes!) Change is right around the corna' You tryin' to keep our people sufferin' All I gotta say is if you don't ease up this pressure I promise somebody gonna' pay! [DJ Drama (?)] (Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness! Pursuit, huh? See Each and every day we all get closer To the real meanin' Me, myself? I always follow my own path And now I come here to motivate! "To be heard" means to say something of value So I make this my Life My Liberty And everday, my Pursuit What about you?)