C U When You Get There lyrics



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Yeah, it's a hit
Now I've seen places and facesAnd things you ain't never thought about thinkingIf you ain't peek then you must be drinkingAnd smokin'Pretending that you're low-keybut you're broke andLet me get you open
Now little Timmy got his diploma andLittle Jimmy got lifeAnd Tamika around the corner just took her first hit off the pipeThe other homie shot the other homie and ran off with his moneyAnd when the homies heard about itThey thought that it was funny
But who's the dummy?'Cause, now you done lost the hustlerA down-ass brother can never by replaced by a busterAnd though I got love for yaI know I can't trust ya'Cause my crew is rollin' Hummers and your crew is rollin' dustas
And just because of that you act like you don't like the brother no moreI guess that's just the way it goesI ain't tryna preach, I believe I can reachBut your mind ain't preparedI'll see you when you get there
I'll see you when you get thereIf you ever get thereSee you when you get thereI'll see you when you get there (yo, what up, huh?)(You know Ghost had to jump)(On the unplugged version with you) if you ever get there(Rest in peace, Michael Jackson) see you when you get thereHmm, check it
Stressed by this game of life, I can't lieSometimes I sit at home and contemplate suicideBut Lord knows, this nigga don't wanna dieI find myself with clenched fists lookin' towards the skyQuestion God, "Why?" With a tear from my eye"Does anybody really care if I'll ever die?"Do I have friends or all of y'all fake?When I'm rollin', are they done or is it my money to take?
I wanna leave it all just to 'scape from this cold worldBut I'm not quite ready to fallTime's moving too fast and it seems like it's too lateNo friends at my funeral, no friends at my wakeThey hatin' on my niggas 'cause we hussle for our papersYou gotta live your life and do it for your every dayThey try to hate my race for the colour of our skinWhile I hussle, sell dope, and take care of my kid
I'll see you when you get thereIf you ever get thereSee you when you get thereI'll see you when you get thereIf you ever get thereSee you when you get there
Okay now, here's the situationI raised in a racist nation and then given an inferior educationA respresentation as in a tow-up area of the inner cityWhere life is iffy, and average self-esteem is itty-bittyBut we're lookin' for no pity, you can miss meGo ahead and talk, but if you diss me they gon' have to come and get meThey wanna bend me for my city, acting like they downBut they against me, they tempt me to touch either shoe 'til it's empty
They take my child into penitentiary, they'll touchdown for a centuryThey're grillin' me, you feelin' me?That's why I'm waitin' in the bushesNow for those that are responsible, the villa wouldn't all push itPut yourself in my position, would you go on or would you listen?Under these conditions, get bold 'til somebody's comin' up messin'?When the lights come on, we run words or mice, so be preparedI hope you ain't scared
I'll see you when you get thereIf you ever get thereSee you when you get thereI'll see you when you get thereIf you ever get thereSee you when you get there


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