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At some point in your life you going to be put into a position To either due what you know what's right or do what's best for you Most of the time our selfish nature Makes us do what's best for us no matter how bad it'll be for the next person Uh Ebony's only nineteen grew up without a father he left back in nine three And her mom's didn't take it well self-esteem went straight to hell couldn't find peace Looking for it in the I-V feeling noid Bringing home strange with to try and fill the void In the next room Ebony could hear the noise What her mom did with those men she did with boys And the men used to treat her mom hell of bad Call her out her name and hit her if she started yelling back And one late night why Ebony's laid up Mom's friend sneaks into the room and rapes her She never tells anybody and she grows up Feeling like she's nothing because that's what he told her Every time he did it to her now she's the known slut Dudes mess over not knowing that her soul's crushed Uh then she meets you one day You got two options be another number Just another nigga that got what he wanted from her You can be a part of her feeling worthless Or be the first one to let her know what her worth is She ready to hit the track do you pimp her? Or give her the advice you'd give your little sister? SongtexteWould you fix her or would you let the cash you wanted Convince you to take advantage of the fact she's broken? Bizzle What's it gon be? What's it gon be? What's it gon be? What's it gon be? (I was in that situation homie and I ain't make the right decision either I knew she was broken but her being broken is what got me paid Something in me told me to tell her that she was better than that But I knew if I told her that my money would stop evil.) Little Bink only fourteen pops was a dope dealer mom was a dope fiend Saw pops murders and mom's OD so he moved with his G moms back in 03 Project's dead middle of the nigga sense Looked up to the older bloods he would kick it with Started off smoking weed then started pitching it Street life is reeling him in like a fisher men Grandma loving him but can't keep up with him Big homies forcing him to fight just to toughen him Everybody judging him nobody was hugging him Ignored the hope in him just spoke to the thug in him Heart getting colder by the minute He never shows emotion so no one knows what's in him He never knew love so all you got to do is ride for him And he's ready to die or do FED time for ya Uh then he meets you one day Do you tell him it's a better way give him hope? Or do you sit him on the corner and give him dope? Manipulate him into to taking your heat And convince him doing your time will make him a G? Do you make him a shooter and give him his first piece of chrome? Or tell him get an education and leave the streets alone? You can help him throw his life away Or be the first one to tell him he can start a new life today. Bizzle What's it gon be? What's it gon be? What's it gon be? What's it gon be? (I remember having a conversation with the homie Talking about the younger cats like there lives was expendable or something Like yea we'll send the little niggas over there have them do dirt Like they freedom wasn't worth nothing like their life being on the line wasn't worth nothing Come on you got the option homie You can either speak life or speak death into this next generation You can either do what's best for you which is take a chick that's broken Keep her broken have the tools to fix her and not use it So that you can keep your money coming in Or see a little cat going in the wrong direction And keep him heading in that wrong direction Because he'll do dirt for you and he'll keep you out of jail By putting his life his freedom on the line for you You can keep him lost or use your experiences homie To tell him don't go that way I been that way it's a dead end Come on speak life turn your negative into positive Yea) Aus Songtexte Mania