| Verse 1: Mike G
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| It’s a cryin' shame, brothers takin' life as a game
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| Growing up against the law, but no-one knows who’s to blame
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| Dealin' drugs on the corner, you don’t have to, but you wanna
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| A meal is hard to make, but you tell yourself you’re gonna
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| Dealing 12 to 12, day into evening
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| I wonder how you continue to be grieving
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| Your meal is made and it’s time to chill
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| You buy the black Mercedes Benz with the gold to the grill
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| Cruisin' up the ave while your friends get jealous
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| You find out, you quickly get restless
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| You buy a gun, it doesn’t help but hurt you
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| Because your so-called friend rattled on you
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| You’re in the pen serving 10 to 20
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| Your boy snatched your girl and put use to your money
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| You’re out for teen, but what does it mean?
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| You’re just a wasted, young brother who lost it all on a dream
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| Chorus: (sampled from What’s Going On by Marvin Gaye)
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| What’s goin' on, I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I
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| Yeah, what’s goin' on, I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I
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| Verse 2: Afrika, Mike G
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| My blood brother is bleeding, it’s a cryin' shame
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| Out on the street tryin' to play the game
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| Formally an in-mate straight from upstate
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| Can’t stop him now 'cause you see it’s just too late
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| He’s on the run and he’s got a gun
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| Stay out his way unless you want some
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| See, he’s gettin' older, a bit more bolder
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| Got his name written up in the 5−0 folder
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| A big Christmas list of all the crime’s he’s committed
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| He says he didn’t do it, but we know he did it
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| Summons his lawyers, fingerprints, bung shots
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| Lookin' for my brother, yo, he’s at the drug spots
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| Livin' off that cheap Chinese food
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| He says he only bumps the people when he’s in the mood
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| Runnin' 'round with his crews and his 2−2's
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| I saw him last night in the prime time news
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| Shot and killed by a
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| His birth to the earth was a big mistake
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| Now, history was not my favourite subject
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| I used to flip through the pages and get upset
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| Seein' little of black and too much of the other
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| (They tried to brainwash you) Picture that, a jungle brother
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| Read this, read that, answer question 3
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| But when I got to 3, it had nothin' to do with me |