Thinka 'Bout It

Oh what a shame, the way that we're dyin' up

Killin' ourselves with no help from the other one

Only thought, was how the hell to get your money on

Livin' in fear cause you're livin' in a war zone

So much funk, jump off from a wrong look

Make a wrong move one time and your life's took

Just the way it is when you're livin in the city

The way we dyin' off is a motherfuckin pity

Extra, extra, read all about it

Another one dead, he seen a bullet and he caught it

How many gotta fall off victim to the game

of bein' a ho, to the cocaine thang

Makin a rush up, to keep 'em comin back again

You oughta know by now it ain't no love for African

Keep us enslaved to the ways of Amerikkka I'm scarin' ya

But I ain't goin out like that, so think about it now

People keep comin' up, askin' the news

They wanna know, why I do what I do

It's really kinda simple, so don't be amazed

It ain't no secret it's the way I was raised

Got much props from my pops cause he never stopped

Bein' a father to his child, he cared a lot

Raised me up, and told me like this

You better stand up for yours or be dissed

Be a man, and do for yourself

Better love your own before anyone else

It ain't nothin' in the big city but a small thang

To see a brother straight fall victim to the game

Somethin' that I roll with straight from the start

In a city where a fool and his money soon part

Where brothers might die over anything at all

I can't call it but I know you better watch your step

and think about it now

And now there's one last thing, I think we need to talk about

It might save your life and you die if you do without

Pokin' in the puddin mean you better wrap tight

Tragic that Magic must open your eyes

And now you better straighten up, and straighten up fast

Relyin' on the guts and the luck of the last

Brother who was in with the skins shoulda never been

In with the skins no cap for the lap get waxed

Now, who goin' up next?

Ready for the sex better check with the latex

So many traps been set for the folks

Who take they life for a joke so I say wait a minute

Genocide from the suicide of dippin' inside

Everybody die when the legs spread ride

Gave to the sons of the slave and it's man-made

AIDS and you're off to your grave, think about it now