Verse 1: G
It's a cryin' shame, 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 meal is made and it's to chill You buy the black Mercedes 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 help but hurt you Because so-called friend rattled on you in the pen serving 10 to 20 Your boy snatched your girl and put use to money out for teen, but what does it mean? You're just a wasted, brother who lost it all on a dream
Chorus: (sampled from What's On by Marvin Gaye) What's 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 blood brother is bleeding, it's a shame Out on the street tryin' to the game Formally an in-mate from upstate Can't stop him now 'cause you see it's 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 written up in the 5-0 folder A big Christmas list of all the crime's committed He says he do it, but we know he did it his lawyers, fingerprints, bung shots Lookin' for my brother, yo, at the drug spots Livin' off that cheap Chinese He says he only bumps the people when he's in the Runnin' 'round with his and his 2-2's I saw him night in the prime time news and killed by a His birth to the was a big mistake
Now, history was not my subject I used to through the pages and get upset Seein' little of black and too much of the (They tried to you) Picture that, a jungle brother Read this, that, answer question 3 But when I got to 3, it had nothin' to do me was wrong, and I knew it all along Now tell me (please) what's 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 the shots She said, "Don't play guns 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 wanna do is put your mind on cloud nine Put your up high and your feet on the ground You don't have to be like everybody to be down Stay in G: be no fool A: Don't lose your G: And your cool A: Follow your G: And not friends A: And of your friends G: Could lead you dead ends" A: The day my father said, "Son, God bless your soul Our life is gettin' and the world is cold" I said, "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, do you mean?" He said, G: "You ain't got 'less you got the green" A: I to myself things are gonna be hard So and every day I pray to God I say, "Now I lay me down to G: I give the my soul to keep A: If I die before I wake G: Take me to 'cause I need a break A: But if you let me live to another G: I'd to know what's goin' on
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What's on, I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I Tell me goin' on, I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I