Think'n Bout My Brotha-South Central Cartel
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TXT Think'n Bout My Brotha-South Central Cartel 文本歌词
Think'n Bout My Brotha - South Central Cartel
Mmmm Yeah Nahhh
Lookin through a window thinkin' of a mission
Hear gunshots another homeboy missin
The streets crazy as hell but what a brother know
A drive-by in a black 6-4
Who did it and why Another gang cause they hate him
The person they killed he wasn't even gangbangin
Comin' from school mindin his own alone
But it's the homeboy's brother
So I guess it's on 16 - dead
Missin' half his face
His family screams and he dream of a better place
You're either down or out
I'ma stay down and talk loud
Put on my khakis and still walk proud
It's either do do or die or get done for nuthin'
I won't run from a gun ni**a shoot me some
I'ma die a full death it's ignorant still
But it's ill cause sometimes people have to kill
You put your flags on
Locs on claims the
And get your jack on sometimes you get blown away
You wanna live in fear but it's tragic
An innocent child in another closed casket
I'm thinkin' about my brother
Been thinkin' about my future
I got to get off the streets and work it out
And face reality
A closed casket because he didn't have no face
Lost in space and his brother has the only trace
Say brethren is you simply get a Uzi and blast
Are you sure to get away
Or does it matter to ask
I know you feel kinda guilty
Cause they thought he was you
And everybody in the hood
Makes you wanna pursuit
The others brothers from the gang that you shot at first
And now you roll in limousines
And your brother a hearse
I couldn't doubt if it was me I wouldn't wanna do a murder
Yeah I might slip just a lil' bit further
We livin' in a ghetto and the ghetto is a kettle
Sittin' on the furnace and it won't let go
You feel guilty so you shoot back and you hit black
And they hit back another black's
Another mother in tears another kid in the grave
The Lord gave us the freedom but till death we're enslaved
I'm thinkin' about my brother
And thinkin' about my future
I got to get off the streets and work it out
And face reality
Cause I know one day I will see a vision
Of the other side oh no no
I got to get off the streets and work it out
And face reality
And what a mother because you wanna gee she face danger
Shootin' at the house and she just a stranger to a banger
The brother of the brother you shot
Now your brother was got your boy you're ready to pop
At the park you look gee'd mad even notorious
You carry your rag your reputation it embroils
Yeah you can murder and you won't be phased
But when the death hits home to the death you a slave
Boy your grave will take a Uzi and retaliate
Are you afraid of the fact that it might be bait
Because I heard a lil' rumour on the L A streets
That tell the price on your head can you face the G
Your homeboys might help but maybe they won't
Maybe they can use dollars are you gettin the point
Cause it's straight game and death's no joke
You better get out of the fire or you smell the smoke
It's no jokin' I became a G because I had to
(So the streets took control of you)
I'm a gangsta a gangsta on a new L P
A closed casket a mother and the S C C
I'm thinkin' about my brother
And thinkin' about my future
I got to get off the streets and work it out
And face reality
I'm thinkin' about my brother
And I'm thinkin' about my sister my life ohyeah
We got to get off the streets and work it out
Coz I've made out a way for me
I'm thinkin' about my brother
And thinkin' about my future
We got to get off the streets and work it out
And face reality
I'm thinkin' about my brother
And I'm thinkin' about my sister
I'm thinkin' about the children
And I'm thinkin' about my mother
Oh I'm thinkin' again my father
