Tell Me
U-God Lyrics


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(feat. Desert Eagle, INF-Black, Letha Face)

[Intro: Desert Eagle]
(Tell me... tell me...)
What would you do? Hillside Scramblers
Loose links, what would you?
Uh, check it, yo, yo, yo
[Desert Eagle]
I'm down for the get down, down wanna spit rounds
He started the beef, now, wanna split town
With the mark of the beast, thinkin' you the shit now
Four pound whippin' the flesh, better sit it down
Get it clown? You done started something
I put it down, and you just started hustlin'
Gettin' thirty off of a bundle, you project nothing
You'll get linked in a rumble, you project frontin'
Catch beef in the J's, it's project dumping
Test your heat when it blaze, better target something
Even my dick iced out, I be hard at fucking
Niggaz need to stop biting and try to market something
Niggaz need to start writing, your bark ain't nothing
Your tracks ain't hot, and your back don't function
Got the rap game locked, the crack game dumping
Got the crime scene hot, the club scene thumping, what?

[Chorus: Letha Face]
Tell me: what would you do?
If you was in my shoes and the nigga had the drop
Would you shoot first? Or get shot?
Or lift the earth from under his feet and make his boots rock
Tell me..

[Letha Face]
I can't stand it, people try to judge me
Especially the ones that said they love me, try to take me for granted
I been stranded with a mental block, sippin' expensive shots is hot
I could kiss the man who invented the glock
The thermometer pops burger, I stay on cock
So whenever my dogs call me, I'll be there, the end of story
Surrenders gory, close the book after the final chapter
Gradual bullets that travel faster than yacht masters
Hot ratchets that'll spin you, like a spinning top backwards
Cut your cabbage and turn it into coleslaw
I'm so raw, that my mom should of middle named me Diesel
These lethal bars perfected, can't be injected by needles
Breeding eagles out of Park Hill's hell hole
Where souls get sucked up, and shots turn your bones to Jell-o
Mellow tones with a stealth blow, under the bell's a four-four
The impact will crack an elephant's skull

[Chorus x2]

[INF-Black]
I'm like the hallways you walk through, smokin' a blunt with a brew
The staircase you piss on, gettin' head on the roof
Ride down my elevator, you get punched in the tooth
My alligators hang loose from the front to the phone booth
I'm the concrete, the gates, the bars, gunnin' my goof
I'm the drugs, the money, the booze, and every rules
Fuckin' Betty who? Niggaz is petty, can get it to
Watch your mouth nigga, watch me, watch you
Like a movie, thought it was cool, how you wanted to do me
See me live with the snakes and get rid of them rats
I'm the fire in the lake, I burn faster than a match
But longer in a forest, at the speed of a mach
Spittin' out, bangin' off ground, I'm tearin' it down
There's never no fear in me, and they tellin' what's in me now
I've done tasted the dust, washed my face with the mud
Off with these clowns, my shoes is only made from my blood





[Chorus]

Overall Meaning

The song is essentially about the struggles and choices one faces in life. The lyrics speak to the fact that life is hard and sometimes one has to make tough choices that may not be favorable. The use of metaphors such as the "mark of the beast" and "bred eagles out of Park Hill's hell hole" add depth to the song's themes by emphasizing the difficulties one faces growing up in certain environments. The chorus asks the question, "What would you do?" which forces the listener to reflect on their own experiences and think about how they would handle certain situations.


Line by Line Meaning

(Tell me... tell me...)
Asking a question, seeking a response.


I'm down for the get down, down wanna spit rounds
I am ready to fight and use my gun to shoot back.


He started the beef, now, wanna split town
The person who initiated the conflict is trying to leave town.


With the mark of the beast, thinkin' you the shit now
Feeling powerful with the ability to kill others.


Four pound whippin' the flesh, better sit it down
The gun is dangerous and those who witness it should back away.


You done started something
Beginning a conflict that will have consequences.


Gettin' thirty off of a bundle, you project nothing
Those who sell drugs aren't successful.


You'll get linked in a rumble, you project frontin'
Participants in street fights will be connected with violence.


Catch beef in the J's, it's project dumping
Fighting with rival gangs in specific housing projects.


Even my dick iced out, I be hard at fucking
Extremely confident sexually.


Niggaz need to stop biting and try to market something
Rappers should focus on originality instead of copying others.


Niggaz need to start writing, your bark ain't nothing
True passion comes from writing your own music.


Your tracks ain't hot, and your back don't function
The quality of music is subpar and an empty image is displayed.


Got the rap game locked, the crack game dumping
Ruling the rap game and distributing drugs successfully.


Got the crime scene hot, the club scene thumping, what?
Thriving and dominating the music and gang scenes.


If you was in my shoes and the nigga had the drop
If you were me and someone had the advantage.


Would you shoot first? Or get shot?
Deciding if taking action first or waiting to see who attacks would be more beneficial.


Or lift the earth from under his feet and make his boots rock
Displaying the power that someone can have and take someone down.


I can't stand it, people try to judge me
Being critical of the way others view and judge oneself.


Especially the ones that said they love me, try to take me for granted
The people who claim to care about you the most are the ones who take advantage of you.


I been stranded with a mental block, sippin' expensive shots is hot
Being lost in one's own thoughts while drinking expensive and hot alcoholic beverages.


I could kiss the man who invented the glock
Valuing the importance of guns to protect oneself.


The thermometer pops burger, I stay on cock
Excelling and dominating in the rap game.


Surrenders gory, close the book after the final chapter
Surrendering and quitting is a bloody and deadly option.


Gradual bullets that travel faster than yacht masters
Bullets that start slow and gradually gain speed, more powerful than anyone on a yacht.


Hot ratchets that'll spin you, like a spinning top backwards
The guns' power is so great that it can make someone spin like a top, but backward.


Cut your cabbage and turn it into coleslaw
Threatening to shoot someone in the head.


I'm so raw, that my mom should of middle named me Diesel
Feeling invincible and powerful like diesel fuel.


These lethal bars perfected, can't be injected by needles
My lyrics are so good they are lethal and can't be replicated.


Breeding eagles out of Park Hill's hell hole
Making the best out of a tough and dangerous neighborhood.


Where souls get sucked up, and shots turn your bones to Jell-o
Living in a place where death is common and people turn into weak and vulnerable beings.


Mellow tones with a stealth blow, under the bell's a four-four
Sneaky and quiet while holding a powerful gun at the same time.


The impact will crack an elephant's skull
The force behind the gun is so strong it can crack the skull of the largest land animal.


I'm like the hallways you walk through, smokin' a blunt with a brew
Being present in everyday life situations, smoking and drinking in common spaces.


The staircase you piss on, gettin' head on the roof
Inappropriate behavior in public places that are unseen.


Ride down my elevator, you get punched in the tooth
Being aggressive and violent towards those who cross them.


My alligators hang loose from the front to the phone booth
Having friends and associates with guns nearby, even in public.


I'm the concrete, the gates, the bars, gunnin' my goof
Being a part of everything that is intimidating and powerful in the neighborhood.


I'm the drugs, the money, the booze, and every rules
Controlling everything that people want and need, including drugs, money, alcohol, and the rules they follow.


Fuckin' Betty who? Niggaz is petty, can get it to
Not caring about anything or anyone, and willing to fight anyone for anything.


Watch your mouth nigga, watch me, watch you
Be careful about what you say or do, or risk being harmed by me.


Like a movie, thought it was cool, how you wanted to do me
Thinking that the way someone acted towards them was cool, like in a movie.


See me live with the snakes and get rid of them rats
Eliminating the snakes in one's life and exposing those that are harmful like rats.


There's never no fear in me, and they tellin' what's in me now
Having no fear in the present, and people are curious about what motivates them.


I've done tasted the dust, washed my face with the mud
Having experienced struggle, and persevering despite it.


Off with these clowns, my shoes is only made from my blood
Eliminating the weak and unimportant aspects of life and focusing only on what was earned through hard work and sacrifice.




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@travismendiola1619

​I hope this makes it on the Christian rock stations.

@thehashishin7118

Me too. They don't know what they are missing.🤣

@Patrick19833

LOL

@kellywingo6746

@THE HASHISHIN God blesses mother fuckers

@theotherhouse5910

And metal stations

@2guys1cliplol

If he did a radio edit it would totally work lmfao

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@scottpeterson9962

Brings a tear to my eye.. such beautiful lyrics.. I love christian country music..

@southernnana2639

😂😂😂

@thingfish000

a wholesome love song, like our parents used to enjoy

@mike-bj4dk

lmao

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