Thinka `bout It lyrics

Artist  : Paris 
Song : Thinka `bout It



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  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

[Verse One]
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
Extra, extra, read all about it
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 cocaine 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

[Chorus]
'Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah..' - 'Young brothers just
don't realize'
[Paris] Yeah, think about it
'Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah..' - 'Young brothers just
don't realize'
[Paris] Think about it
'Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah..' - 'Young brothers just
don't realize'
[Paris] Uhh, think about it
'Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah..' - 'Young brothers just
don't realize'

[Verse Two]
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
 

[Interlude]
'Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah..' - 'Ay nigga 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 nigga what? Ay
nigga where you from?'
'Get that motherf**ker!  Get that ol' nigga!'
'Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah..' - {*gun shots*,
*police siren*}
'Move man!  Move!'
'Freeze motherf**ker freeze!  Get your god damn
hands in the air!'
'Oh shit. Oh shit! Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh Shit.'
'The jury, having found you guilty, twenty-five
years.'
{*jail cell door slams shut*}

[Verse Three]
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

[Chorus]
'Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah..' - 'Young brothers just
don't realize'
[Paris] Uhh, think about it
'Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah..' - 'Young brothers just
don't realize'
[Paris] Yeah.. think about it
'Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah..' - 'Young brothers just
don't realize'
[Paris] One time for your mind, think about it
'Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah..' - 'Young brothers just
don't realize'
[Paris] Uh, yeah..
'Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah..' - 'Young brothers just
don't realize'
[Paris] P-Dog
'Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah..' - 'Young brothers just
don't realize'
[Paris] For the nine-two, and the nine-three
'Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah..' - 'Young brothers just
don't realize'
[Paris] Think about it
'Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah..' - 'Young brothers just
don't realize'