Bye bye boy,
play, women produce Kids kids, just for the juice Now Africa, is lookin' for the But it's gonna take a while to enlighten the
In this edition of the story, no need to me, it ain't do nothin' for me Denzel Washington couldn't find any glory In the streets of the city I know it's shitty, but I can do without the
Baby, never in the ghetto or the projects But I wear my Tim boots and and I wrecks havoc And if you try to play me I won't it Trix are for kids, this kid is not a rabbit
Well, he's standin' on a corner with his system pumpin' Next him goin' off, in the crowd A whole lot of screams, a lot of glass Brothers to wear their pants fallin' off their ass
Girls, today don't no bras Little Doe got a ho turnin' tricks in the bars Grandma a can of mace And she'll stick a .45 in face
So come and meet my man (Yo, up, Brett?) He's smokin', but it's not a (Speak on it, Pep)
I wonder how the hell a brother lets Get somethin' he can't out of? A lot of my friends are sick and (Sick of who?) The (Word)
Rollin' on 'em, pickin' on, on 'em that they got one of 'em It was a drug bust but weird Well, what's the matter, The way half a million
Children play, produce Kids kids, just for the juice Now Africa is for the truth But do you think the man will enlighten the youth
Heaven and is on earth Heaven and is on earth
Who gives the damn me? Me, what? Me, yeah, old me Me, myself, and I, live or die, or cry I'm all I got, Pops and that's a lot, Hops I'd rot in jail before I ho-hop
Go 'head me, tell 'em, they may be of hearing So keep yellin' at the top of lungs Now, everybody's got guns they wanna be rocks And not be a that buys a history book
Not me, I'll a clock, not rock to my hits And that click to my tits And playgirl's gonna rip and I'ma to rip shit
Go for yours you gotta, in the ghetto You don't get a medal if you for the drama She's a gangster and the terminal cancer Ask too many questions and my Smith and Wesson answer
Heaven and is on earth Heaven and hell is on
Well, be damned, her father's in jail on the corner screamin', "Booty for sale" Mom spends the night gettin' with her uncle Her sellin' radios and toasters by the trunk full
See, every man she ever messed would up dead Some might fall in jail, others runnin' the Feds The only thing she ever was a piece of lead And a double barreled pump underneath the bed
people wanna fill the world With silly love songs and tunes And some got sad songs, mad songs and moody There's good news and bad news, coups
A with no cause in a pack of fools I never in the slum, never shot a gun But I'll use one, make me use one
Children play, produce Kids killing kids, just for the Now Africa, is for the truth But it's gonna take a while to enlighten the
(Heaven and is on earth) play, women produce Kids killing kids, just for the Now Africa, is lookin' for the But it's gonna take a to enlighten the youth
(Heaven and is on earth) play, women produce Kids kids, just for the juice Now Africa, is for the truth But who do you think will the youth
(Heaven and is on earth) play, women produce Kids killing kids, for the juice Now Africa is lookin' for the But who do you think will enlighten the
(Heaven and is on earth) play, women produce Kids kids, just for the juice Now Africa is lookin' for the But who do you think will the youth (Heaven and is on earth)