W.G.O.N.R.S.

[Big Daddy Kane]

People people, we gotta get over

before we go under, and I wonder

why we can't find a little piece of mankind

Instead of always step back, gimme my damn nine

Livin the thug, like the shoot up the drug type

They love to hear the people sayin, "Yo that kid is bugged right?"

Just a game, so please, out here men die

The average black man today don't make it to see twenty-five

Cause someone else got the clock rocked

Tryin to get the neighborhood locked, to be the new man on the block

But if you asked me who's the man I'm like, "You tell me?

I don't know, Ed Lover, Dr. Dre and Heavy D?"

I got my mind on comin up, if not in first place

then damnit I plan to be the first runner up

But it seems, I got a lot of problems under my belt

and everday I gotta ask myself

[Scoob]

Ah what's goin on, in our society

What's goin on, in a de country

What's goin on, in your community

What's goin on, tell me

[reggae chat] - can't translate

[Big Daddy Kane]

I seen a kid freshly dipped with mad gold

Fifteen years old, with plenty drugs bein sold

But then somebody caught him for his Air Jordans

his drugs the cash and the jewels he was sportin

You wanna call your girl a B-I-T-C-H

You can't appreciate so now she's humpin your man, then she ain't

Cause when you teach her that hoe mentality

They accept that as reality and give all your friends the skin

You need to show some love for your people

All men are created equal, that's why with everybody I always

spread love, and keep my pockets full of dol-dollars

But check it out now

We're not the uncivilized, the Kane ?

So let's get it together, man we did it when we were slaves

Instead of always tryin to blame someone else

Take a look around, and ask yourself

[Scoob]

Ah what's goin on, in your community

What's goin on, in a dis country

What's goin on, in our society

What's goin on, whoahhhh

[reggae chat] - can't translate

[Big Daddy Kane]

Nowadays it's all about provin you ain't nuttin soft

And everybody's always talkin about bustin off

But that ain't where we gotta go, kid we can throw

and handle this thing like Holyfield and blow

Then when we get it off our chest, let's put it to rest

and try to make some money progress

Because if I got a dollar, and you got ten

and you can get a hundred from a friend if five others kick in

Shoot, we can take that stack and put it back

in a community that's black, to make our people attract

like somethin magnetic, cause word is bond it's pathetic

We always talkin about this piece of the pie

but it seems we can't get it

Unless we field the life of a drug dealer

and start stellin llello but you know where they go

up to the penile, because they chose to be wild

And now you're upstate kid, uh, waitin patiently to see trial

Now let that whole gangsta route slide

There's too much money and skins here on the outside

for me to ever let my freedom go

Cause I got mine, now get yous, and let me know

[Scoob]

Ah what's goin on, in our society

What's goin on, when you nah haf no money

What's goin on, people on the street

Whoahhh, why is it so..

[reggae chat] - can't translate