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Текст песни «Thinkn Bout My Brotha» от South Central Cartel

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South Central Cartel - "Thinkn Bout My Brotha"

Lyrics to Thinkn Bout My Brotha : [HAVIKK] Lookin through a window, thinkin of a mission Hear gunshots, another homeboy missin The streets, crazy as hell but what a brother know' A drive-by in a black 6-4 Who did it and why' Another gang cause they hate him The person they killed, he wasnt even gangbangin Comin from school, mindin his own alone But its the homeboys brother, so I guess its on 16 - dead, missin half his face His family screams and he dream of a better place Youre either down or out Ima stay down and talk loud Put on my khakis and still walk proud Its either do do or die or get done for nuthin I wont run from a gun, nigga, shoot me some Ima die a 'full' death, its ignorant still But its ill cause sometimes people have to kill You put your flags on, Locs on, claims the '''' And get your jack on, sometimes you get blown away You wanna live in fear but its tragic An innocent child in another closed casket [L.V.] Im thinkin about my brother Been thinkin about my future I got to get off the streets and work it out And face reality... [HAVIKK] A closed casket because he didnt have no face Lost in space and his brother has the only trace Say, 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 you And everybody in the hood makes you wanna pursuit The others brothers from the gang that you shot at first And now you roll in limousines and your brother a hearse [HAVIKK] I couldnt doubt if it was me, I wouldnt 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 kettle Sittin on the furnace and it wont let go [PRODEJE] You feel guilty so you shoot back and you hit black And they hit back, another blacks '''''' [HAVIKK] Another mother in tears, another kid in the grave [PRODEJE] The Lord gave us the freedom but till death were enslaved [L.V.] Im thinkin about my brother And thinkin about my future I got to get off the streets and work it out And face reality Cause I know one day I will see a vision Of the other side, oh no no... [PRODEJE] And what a mother, because you wanna gee, she face danger Shootin at the house and she just a stranger to a banger The brother of the brother you shot Now your brother was got, your boy, youre ready to pop At the park you look geed, mad, even notorious You carry your rag, your reputation, it embroils Yeah, you can murder and you wont be phased But when the death hits home to the death you a slave Boy, your grave will take a Uzi and retaliate Are you afraid of the fact that it might be bait' Because I heard a lil rumour on the L.A. streets That tell the price on your head, can you face the G' Your homeboys might help, but maybe they wont Maybe they can use dollars, are you gettin the point' Cause its straight game and deaths no joke You better get out of the fire or you smell the smoke Its no jokin, I became a G because I had to (So the streets took control of you) Im a gangsta, a gangsta on a new L.P. A closed casket, a mother and the S.C.C. [Chorus...] [ Thinkn Bout My Brotha Lyrics ]

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