This song is written as the perspective of the boys in the street, as a whole, and what path they are going to choose as they get older and grow into men. (This is why the music video takes place in an orphanage.) The seen, and unseen collective suffering is imbedded in the boys’ mind, consciously or subconsciously, and is haunting them. Which path will the boys choose? Issac Hayes is the voice of reason, maybe God, the angel on his shoulder, or the voice of his forefathers from beyond the grave who can see the big picture and are pleading with the boys not to continue the violence and pattern of killing their brothers, but to rise above. The most beautiful song and has so many levels. Racism towards African Americans in America would not exist if everyone sat down and listened to this song and understood the history behind the words. The power, fear, pleading in RZA and Ghostface voices are genuine and powerful. Issac Hayes’ strong voice makes the perfect strong father figure, who is possibly from beyond the grave.
Lord, forgive me for my sins, used to pray to get a brick
Nigga icy like it's hockey, and I'm playin' with them sticks
He don't like me, but he gotta respect the fact we gettin' rich
Nigga threw a shot and missed me, threw 'em back and he got hit
Brrrt, brrrt
Went from public housing to a glass house (glass house)
Fuckin' famous bitches in my trap house
My main bitch fight my side bitch, Kash Doll
The only way to keep them quiet when I cash out (woo!)
What you doin'? Gettin' paid, young nigga
How you in the mob? 'Cause I'm made, young nigga
Say you need a job, come my way, young nigga
And if I point 'em out, better spray them niggas, bop!
I'm a bad influence (bad influence, yo)
Talkin' money and I speak it fluent (speak it fluent, ho)
Paid a couple mil' then went boom (went boom)
I thank God for all this sauce, hallelujah (amen, amen, amen, woo)
Yeah I knew it, hatin' on me, yeah I knew it (yeah I knew it)
Come down to that check, I'm like Nike, I just do it (I just do it)
Boy, I must be poppin', they keep poppin' up with rumors (poppin')
Where and who I'm poppin', what I'm coppin', who I'm screwin' (who I'm screwin')
What you doin'? Wait a minute, gettin' paid (gettin' paid)
She said, "Meek, you know my worth and what's his name" (what's his name)
Yeah I know him, mhmm, he a lame (he a lame)
Don't you ever bring that fuckboy up again
Poppin' all this shit, need some tissue
I can't trust a bitch 'cause I got issues
Young rich nigga so official
Next up, disrespectful, might offend you (woah)
Bunch of bad broads on the menu
Bunch of foreign cars when we bend through
Next up, disrespectful, might offend you
When it's time for war we send the missiles (woah)
Hangin' by the rope like some dope (like some dope)
Pretty hoe, deep throat 'til she choke (ooh)
Pussy good, super wet, need a boat (need a boat)
Niggas tryna run my way, let 'em float (let 'em die)
Put my young bull on the chain 'cause I miss Snupe (miss Snupe)
Fuck a bad broad, make her kiss Snupe (kiss Snupe)
I can't ever tell a bitch, "I miss you" (miss you)
Better not tell nobody if I kiss you (bitch, you)
Kiss and tell, fuck you good, hit you well (hit you well)
I just made like 20 M's, they say it's an L (what?)
Niggas prayin' that I fall and I wish 'em well
Bitch you crazy, I'm too wavy, I'm like Biggavel'
Poppin' all this shit, need some tissue
I can't trust a bitch 'cause I got issues
Young rich nigga so official
Next up, disrespectful, might offend you (woah)
Bunch of bad broads on the menu
Bunch of foreign cars when we bend through
Next up, disrespectful, might offend you
When it's time for war we send the missiles (woah)
Hit 'em with finesse, kill 'em with success
Nigga lookin' broke, give them niggas stress (broke)
Don't do some shit you know that you gon' regret
Reachin' for my neck, that'll get you stretched (brrrt, brrrt)
Poppin' all this shit, need some tissue
I can't trust a bitch 'cause I got issues
Young rich nigga so official
Next up, disrespectful, might offend you (woah)
Bunch of bad broads on the menu
Bunch of foreign cars when we bend through
Next up, disrespectful, might offend you
When it's time for war we send the missiles (brrrt, brrrt)
Nigga icy like it's hockey, and I'm playin' with them sticks
He don't like me, but he gotta respect the fact we gettin' rich
Nigga threw a shot and missed me, threw 'em back and he got hit
Brrrt, brrrt
Went from public housing to a glass house (glass house)
Fuckin' famous bitches in my trap house
My main bitch fight my side bitch, Kash Doll
The only way to keep them quiet when I cash out (woo!)
What you doin'? Gettin' paid, young nigga
How you in the mob? 'Cause I'm made, young nigga
Say you need a job, come my way, young nigga
And if I point 'em out, better spray them niggas, bop!
I'm a bad influence (bad influence, yo)
Talkin' money and I speak it fluent (speak it fluent, ho)
Paid a couple mil' then went boom (went boom)
I thank God for all this sauce, hallelujah (amen, amen, amen, woo)
Yeah I knew it, hatin' on me, yeah I knew it (yeah I knew it)
Come down to that check, I'm like Nike, I just do it (I just do it)
Boy, I must be poppin', they keep poppin' up with rumors (poppin')
Where and who I'm poppin', what I'm coppin', who I'm screwin' (who I'm screwin')
What you doin'? Wait a minute, gettin' paid (gettin' paid)
She said, "Meek, you know my worth and what's his name" (what's his name)
Yeah I know him, mhmm, he a lame (he a lame)
Don't you ever bring that fuckboy up again
Poppin' all this shit, need some tissue
I can't trust a bitch 'cause I got issues
Young rich nigga so official
Next up, disrespectful, might offend you (woah)
Bunch of bad broads on the menu
Bunch of foreign cars when we bend through
Next up, disrespectful, might offend you
When it's time for war we send the missiles (woah)
Hangin' by the rope like some dope (like some dope)
Pretty hoe, deep throat 'til she choke (ooh)
Pussy good, super wet, need a boat (need a boat)
Niggas tryna run my way, let 'em float (let 'em die)
Put my young bull on the chain 'cause I miss Snupe (miss Snupe)
Fuck a bad broad, make her kiss Snupe (kiss Snupe)
I can't ever tell a bitch, "I miss you" (miss you)
Better not tell nobody if I kiss you (bitch, you)
Kiss and tell, fuck you good, hit you well (hit you well)
I just made like 20 M's, they say it's an L (what?)
Niggas prayin' that I fall and I wish 'em well
Bitch you crazy, I'm too wavy, I'm like Biggavel'
Poppin' all this shit, need some tissue
I can't trust a bitch 'cause I got issues
Young rich nigga so official
Next up, disrespectful, might offend you (woah)
Bunch of bad broads on the menu
Bunch of foreign cars when we bend through
Next up, disrespectful, might offend you
When it's time for war we send the missiles (woah)
Hit 'em with finesse, kill 'em with success
Nigga lookin' broke, give them niggas stress (broke)
Don't do some shit you know that you gon' regret
Reachin' for my neck, that'll get you stretched (brrrt, brrrt)
Poppin' all this shit, need some tissue
I can't trust a bitch 'cause I got issues
Young rich nigga so official
Next up, disrespectful, might offend you (woah)
Bunch of bad broads on the menu
Bunch of foreign cars when we bend through
Next up, disrespectful, might offend you
When it's time for war we send the missiles (brrrt, brrrt)
Lyrics submitted by Mellow_Harsher
Issues Lyrics as written by Douglas Whitehead Robert Williams
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