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What up? What it is, homie? This one here is for tha OG's & lil' homies Huggin' tha block, duckin da cops wit' bundles of rocks Tucked in tha dash of tha Jag wit' one in his sock How you feel about ya situation? You love it or you hate it or you indifferent long as it is payin'(for real) And is it really for yo kids like you claimin' or Dat 22 inches on dat Benz dat you swangin'? And if it really is, I'm just prayin' that it change Fo' you put dat fiend's kids in dat same situation Where they kids is sufferin', they tummies in a rage Cuz' they moms gave you they food money for some 'caine If she was yo reli' would you tell her go home? Would you tell her do better? Would you sell her those stones? Does anybody around ya tell ya dat it's wrong? Have you ever heard a rap star tell ya dat in songs? No I know it sounds like I'm preachin' to ya But but think fo' a minute, homie They say ya' too far gone but I'm reachin for ya Sayin' just think fo' a minute, homie I know dat life moves fast so we never take the chance To think fo' a minute, homie Think fo' a minute, homie Yeah, Think fo' a minute, homie Songtexte What up pimp? Look, Let me get a minute wit' you To see why when I called you dat you ain't feel as if I dissed you And if I was White, would it cause a bigger issue? We love to claim it but you hate it when it's pinned against you Like, "Oh I'm Black so you figga I'm a thug?" Then be on tha block like, "Yeah nigga I'm a thug" It's like we afraid ta dream, it's a shame ta see Went from slave to free now look at the things we claim ta be What's keepin' us from cleanin' da streets? Why in our neighborhood, it's cool for people ta be Thievin' & robbin' & makin' fiends that are feeble and weak Killin' each other wit'out thinkin' if people'll even speak to police? And I don't wanna hear tha government gave us that They might've gave us straps But they ain't make 'em clap And they ain't in tha hood mowin' down black folks And they ain't coming to tha hood sellin' blacks dope No I know it sounds like I'm preachin' to ya But but think fo' a minute, homie They say ya' too far gone but I'm reachin for ya Sayin' just think fo' a minute, homie I know dat life moves fast so we never take the chance To think fo' a minute, homie Think fo' a minute, homie Yeah, Think fo' a minute, homie I see ya t-shirt say stop snitchin' But the hood just tha hood cuz' we not snitchin' Not snitchin' is what got em on tha block trippin' Drug dealers ain't hidin', they standin' on da block pitchin' Come to tha hood everybody & commit a crime! Even if they see you & tha cops come, they finna' lie You can't steal from Beverly Hills, you'll go ta jail But you can hit the hood in broad day & won't no one tell Used ta wanna make the streets safer fa tha kids but no We would rather make the streets safer fa tha criminal You safer in tha hood robbin' 5 dudes fa 20 dollas Than in Hollywood robbin' 1 fo' a hunnid dollas Yeah it sound stupid, it's supposed to It shoulda sounded dat way when they told you The cold part is I was raised on tha hype So it's hard for me ta tell even if I know it's right It's crazy I know it sounds like I'm preachin' to ya But but think fo' a minute, homie They say ya' too far gone but I'm reachin for ya Sayin' just think fo' a minute, homie I know dat life moves fast so we never take the chance To think fo' a minute, homie Think fo' a minute, homie Yeah, Think fo' a minute, homie Aus Songtexte Mania