Verse 1: G
a cryin' shame, brothers takin' life as a game Growing up against the law, but no-one who's to blame Dealin' on the corner, you don't have to, but you wanna A meal is to make, but you tell yourself you're gonna Dealing 12 to 12, day into I wonder how you continue to be Your is made and it's time to chill You buy the Mercedes Benz with the gold to the grill Cruisin' up the ave while your get jealous You out, you quickly get restless You buy a gun, it doesn't but hurt you Because your so-called rattled on you You're in the pen 10 to 20 boy snatched your girl and put use to your money You're out for teen, but what it mean? You're just a wasted, young who lost it all on a dream
Chorus: (sampled from Going On by Marvin Gaye) goin' on, I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I Yeah, what's on, I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I
Verse 2: Afrika, G
My brother is bleeding, it's a cryin' shame Out on the tryin' to play the game Formally an straight from upstate stop him now 'cause you see it's just too late He's on the run and got a gun Stay out his way you want some See, he's gettin' older, a bit bolder Got his name up in the 5-0 folder A big Christmas list of all the crime's committed He says he didn't do it, but we he did it Summons his lawyers, fingerprints, shots for my brother, yo, he's at the drug spots Livin' off that cheap food He he only bumps the people when he's in the mood Runnin' 'round with his crews and his I saw him last night in the time news Shot and by a His to the earth was a big mistake
Now, was not my favourite subject I used to flip the pages and get upset Seein' little of and too much of the other (They tried to brainwash you) Picture that, a brother Read this, that, answer question 3 But I got to 3, it had nothin' to do with me Somethin' was wrong, and I it all along Now tell me (please) goin' on
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Verse 3: Afrika, G
A: Now, been told all the do's and don't-do-not's My mother, hallelujah, she called the She said, "Don't play with and play with knives And most of all, play with other people's wives you're walkin' down the street, pay the pushers no mind 'Cause all they wanna do is put mind on cloud nine Put your head up high and your feet on the You don't to be like everybody else to be down Stay in G: be no fool A: Don't your temper G: And keep your A: your heart G: And not your A: And some of your G: Could you into dead ends" A: The other day my father said, "Son, God your soul Our life is gettin' tougher and the is cold" I said, "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, do you mean?" He said, G: "You got nothin' 'less you got the green" A: I realise to myself are gonna be hard So each and every day I to God I say, "Now I lay me to sleep G: I the Lord my soul to keep A: If I die before I wake G: Take me to heaven 'cause I need a A: But if you let me to another morn G: I'd like to know what's on
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What's on, I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I me what's goin' on, I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I