Thinka ’Bout It - Paris

Thinka 'Bout It - Paris
Yeah Another funky song
For your mind in the nine two
And the nine three
P Dog in the motherf**kin house
Bout to get it started
Bout to get it started
Live and direct from the underground
Still sayin what I wanna say
And I ain't gon' never change
Oh what a shame
The way that we're dyin up
Killin ourselves
With no help from the other one
Only thought
Was how the hell to
Get your money on
Livin in fear cause
You're livin in a war zone
So much funk
Jump off from a wrong look
Make a wrong move
One time and your life's took
Just the way it is when you're livin in the city
The way we dyin off
Is a motherf**kin pity
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Another one dead
He seen a bullet and he caught it
How many gotta
Fall off victim to the game
Or being a ho
To the coc*ine thang
Makin a rush up
To keep 'em comin back again
You oughta know
By now it ain't no love for African
People stay enslaved to
The ways of America I'm scarin ya
But I ain't goin out like that
So think about it now
"Yeah yeah yeah yeah"
"Young brothers just don't realize"
Yeah think about it
"Yeah yeah yeah yeah"
"Young brothers just don't realize"
Think about it
"Yeah yeah yeah yeah"
"Young brothers just don't realize"
Uhh think about it
"Yeah yeah yeah yeah"
"Young brothers just don't realize"
People keep comin up askin the news
They wanna know why I do what I do
It's really kinda simple so don't be amazed
It ain't no secret it's the way I was raised
Got much props from
My pops cause he never stops
Bein a father to his child he cared a lot
Raised me up and told me like this:
You better stand up
For yours or be dissed
Be a man and do for yourself
Better love your own befo' anyone else
It ain't nothin in the big city
But a small thang
To see a brother straight
Fall victim to the game
Somethin that I roll
With straight from the start
In a city where a fool
And his money soon part
Where brothers might
Die over anything at all
I can't call it but I know
You better watch your step
And think about it now
"Yeah yeah yeah yeah"
"Ay ni**a what you need "
"Yeah yeah yeah yeah"
"I got five ten what "
"Yeah five ten fifteen twenty
I heard they got fifty "
"Yeah yeah yeah yeah"
"Ay ni**a what
Ay ni**a where you from "
"Get that motherf**ker
Get that ol' ni**a "
"Yeah yeah yeah yeah"
"Move man Move "
"Freeze motherf**ker freeze
Get your god damn hands in the air "
"Oh sh*t Oh sh*t Oh sh*t Oh sh*t Oh Sh*t "
"The jury having found you guilty
Twenty five years "
And now there's one last thing
I think we need to talk about
It might save your life
And you die if you do without
Pokin in the puddin mean
You better wrap tight
Tragic to Magic my soap in your eye
And now you better straighten up
And straighten up fast
Relyin on the guts
And the luck of the last
Cause the fool was
In with the skins shoulda never been
In with the skins
No cap for the lap get waxed
Now who growin up next
Ready for the sex better
Check with the latex
So many trapped
And set for the funk
Who take they life
For a joke so I say wait a minute
Genocide from the suicide of dippin inside
Everybody die when the legs spread ride
Gave to the sons of the slave
And it's man made
AIDS and you're off to your grave
Think about it now
"Yeah yeah yeah yeah"
"Young brothers just don't realize"
Uhh think about it
"Yeah yeah yeah yeah"
"Young brothers just don't realize"
Yeah think about it
"Yeah yeah yeah yeah"
"Young brothers just don't realize"
One time for your mind
Think about it
"Yeah yeah yeah yeah"
"Young brothers just don't realize"
Uh yeah
"Yeah yeah yeah yeah"
"Young brothers just don't realize"
P Dog
"Yeah yeah yeah yeah"
"Young brothers just don't realize"
For the nine two and the nine three
"Yeah yeah yeah yeah"
"Young brothers just don't realize"
Think about it
"Yeah yeah yeah yeah"
"Young brothers just don't realize"