"Fire Falling" lyrics

Wasn't nothing but thugs, threw yo ass in first (Might as well laugh)
Now they want a nigga to go to war (They gon' blow this motherfucka up)
South side, know what I'm talkin' bout?
Yeah, yeah
We gon' blow this bitch up

Man we still comin' down, and we still grippin' the grain (Yeah)
They send us off to war, and they don't even know my name (Yeah)
Fire fallin' from the sky, My Lord
Fire fallin' from the sky, My Lord, hey
We still comin' down, and we still grippin' the grain (Yeah)
They send us off to war, and they don't even know my name (Yeah)
Fire fallin' from the sky, My Lord
Fire fallin' from the sky, My Lord, hey

Hennessy sippin' (Yeah)
Pop the clip in, cock it and bust
The shit they doin' dirt, ain't got nothing to do with us
Man we grippin' grain
This ain't bout peace, this all 'bout change
This all 'bout oil (Oil)
Ya'll fake like fronts that filled with foil
They make my blood boil, buddy (Yeah)
Yeah, we under arms
I swear to God, somethin's musty (Ooh)
Picture, they bust me, cuss me, dust me off
Mississippi 'til I die, I can spit it then I cough
Y'all from the north, we from the south
What these ho's wanna yell about
I'm all bout cheese, but late-lee
I been fallin down on my knees, screamin', "God, please"
"Could all the Vice Lords love all the G's? G's love 'em back?"
We reppin' God in the Cadillac
If they kill me, Mississippi, bust all them bitches back
Kick they doe
I'll tell Bush, I ain't no G.I. Joe
I ain't tryina fight it, you, or your damn daddy's war
I'd rather go back to the struggle when my life was slow

Man we still comin' down, and we still grippin' the grain (Yeah)
They send us off to war, and they don't even know my name (Yeah)
Fire fallin' from the sky, My Lord
Fire fallin' from the sky, My Lord, hey
We still comin' down, and we still grippin' the grain (Yeah)
They send us off to war, and they don't even know my name (Yeah)
Fire fallin' from the sky, My Lord
Fire fallin' from the sky, My Lord, hey

Whatever happened to ya boy Bin Laden? (Yeah)
Is he dead, blown up, or forgotten?
As Mr. Big ball, how many kids gon' die? (Die)
How many mothers knowin I bought a M&M with two fifties
If ya find who killed Pac, can ya come and get me?
Who killed Biggie jiggly Smalls
Y'all can put some nuts in ya jaws
If you think I'll put my life on pause
For a man who killed blacks behind four brick walls and barb wires (Wires)
And Texas penitentiaries
After him I'm thinkin' they comin' back, and gettin' me
I'm a playa, but America been pimpin' me
And y'all wonder why a nigga gotta pimp to eat

Man we still comin' down, and we still grippin' the grain (Yeah, yeah)
They send us off to war, and they don't even know my name (Yeah)
Fire fallin' from the sky, My Lord
Fire fallin' from the sky, My Lord, hey
We still comin' down, and we still grippin' the grain (Yeah)
They send us off to war, and they don't even know my name (Yeah)
Fire fallin' from the sky, My Lord
Fire fallin' from the sky, My Lord, hey

Birmingham niggas (Yeah), say they ready to ride
Blood and Crip niggas, throw yo set oh so high
Man we ready to die (Die), but die for just what?
Let's fight the motherfucas hatin' us and tear this bitch up (Yeah)
Little Rock been bangin' (Bangin'), slangin' gettin' they g's
When I scream Mississippi, where niggas gon' die for me (Yeah)
A.T.L. niggas (Yeah), screamin' it's on foo (Foo)
It's pass if ya black or white
It's bound if ya rich or poor, though

Man we still comin' down, and we still grippin' the grain (Yeah, yeah)
They send us off to war, and they don't even know my name (Yeah)
Fire fallin' from the sky, My Lord
Fire fallin' from the sky, My Lord, hey
We still comin' down, and we still grippin' the grain (Yeah)
They send us off to war, and they don't even know my name (Yeah)
Fire fallin' from the sky, My Lord
Fire fallin' from the sky, My Lord, hey

(Yeah)
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout? (Yeah)
Lookin' like the last days of time for me (Yeah), my nigga (Yeah)
All the bullshit over with (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Time for niggas to stand up and be men (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
All that pussy ass shit out the door, nigga (Yeah)
Know what I'm talkin bout' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
South side