Текст песни South Central Cartel - Think`n About My Brotha, слова песни South Central Cartel

Текст песни South Central Cartel - Think`n About My Brotha

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[HAVIKK]Lookin through a window, thinkin` of a missionHear gunshots, another homeboy missinThe streets, crazy as hell but what a brother know?A drive-by in a black 6-4Who did it and why? Another gang cause they hate himThe person they killed, he wasn`t even gangbanginComin` from school, mindin his own aloneBut it`s the homeboy`s brother, so I guess it`s on16 - dead, missin` half his faceHis family screams and he dream of a better placeYou`re either down or outI`ma stay down and talk loudPut on my khakis and still walk proudIt`s either do do or die or get done for nuthin`I won`t run from a gun, nigga, shoot me someI`ma die a ?full? death, it`s ignorant stillBut it`s ill cause sometimes people have to killYou put your flags on, Locs on, claims the ????And get your jack on, sometimes you get blown awayYou wanna live in fear but it`s tragicAn innocent child in another closed casket[L.V.]I`m thinkin` about my brotherBeen thinkin` about my futureI got to get off the streets and work it outAnd face reality...[HAVIKK]A closed casket because he didn`t have no faceLost in space and his brother has the only traceSay, brethren, is you simply get a Uzi and blast?Are you sure to get away, or does it matter to ask?[PRODEJE]I know you feel kinda guilty cause they thought he was youAnd everybody in the hood makes you wanna pursuitThe others brothers from the gang that you shot at firstAnd now you roll in limousines and your brother a hearse[HAVIKK]I couldn`t doubt if it was me, I wouldn`t wanna do a murder[PRODEJE]Yeah, I might slip just a lil` bit further[HAVIKK]We livin` in a ghetto and the ghetto is a kettleSittin` on the furnace and it won`t let go[PRODEJE]You feel guilty so you shoot back and you hit blackAnd they hit back, another black`s ??????[HAVIKK]Another mother in tears, another kid in the grave[PRODEJE]The Lord gave us the freedom but till death we`re enslaved[L.V.]I`m thinkin` about my brotherAnd thinkin` about my futureI got to get off the streets and work it outAnd face realityCause I know one day I will see a visionOf the other side, oh no no...[PRODEJE]And what a mother, because you wanna gee, she face dangerShootin` at the house and she just a stranger to a bangerThe brother of the brother you shotNow your brother was got, your boy, you`re ready to popAt the park you look gee`d, mad, even notoriousYou carry your rag, your reputation, it embroilsYeah, you can murder and you won`t be phasedBut when the death hits home to the death you a slaveBoy, your grave will take a Uzi and retaliateAre you afraid of the fact that it might be bait?Because I heard a lil` rumour on the L.A. streetsThat tell the price on your head, can you face the G?Your homeboys might help, but maybe they won`tMaybe they can use dollars, are you gettin the point?Cause it`s straight game and death`s no jokeYou better get out of the fire or you smell the smokeIt`s no jokin`, I became a G because I had to(So the streets took control of you)I`m a gangsta, a gangsta on a new L.P.A closed casket, a mother and the S.C.C.Chorus...

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Think`n About My Brotha

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