People people, we gotta get over
 before we go under, and I wonder
 why we can't find a little piece of mankind
 Instead of always step back, gimme my damn nine
 Livin the thug, like the shoot up the drug type
 They love to hear the people sayin, "Yo that kid is bugged right?"
 Just a game, so please, out here men die
 The average black man today don't make it to see twenty-five
 Cause someone else got the clock rocked
 Tryin to get the neighborhood locked, to be the new man on the block
 But if you asked me who's the man I'm like, "You tell me?
 I don't know, Ed Lover, Dr. Dre and Heavy D?"
 I got my mind on comin up, if not in first place
 then damnit I plan to be the first runner up
 But it seems, I got a lot of problems under my belt
 and everday I gotta ask myself

 [Scoob]
 Ah what's goin on, in our society
 What's goin on, in a de country
 What's goin on, in your community
 What's goin on, tell me

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 [Big Daddy Kane]
 I seen a kid freshly dipped with mad gold
 Fifteen years old, with plenty drugs bein sold
 But then somebody caught him for his Air Jordans
 his drugs the cash and the jewels he was sportin
 You wanna call your girl a B-I-T-C-H
 You can't appreciate so now she's humpin your man, then she ain't
 Cause when you teach her that hoe mentality
 They accept that as reality and give all your friends the skin
 You need to show some love for your people
 All men are created equal, that's why with everybody I always
 spread love, and keep my pockets full of dol-dollars
 But check it out now
 We're not the uncivilized, the Kane ?
 So let's get it together, man we did it when we were slaves
 Instead of always tryin to blame someone else
 Take a look around, and ask yourself

 [Scoob]
 Ah what's goin on, in your community
 What's goin on, in a dis country
 What's goin on, in our society
 What's goin on, whoahhhh

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 [Big Daddy Kane]
 Nowadays it's all about provin you ain't nuttin soft
 And everybody's always talkin about bustin off
 But that ain't where we gotta go, kid we can throw
 and handle this thing like Holyfield and blow
 Then when we get it off our chest, let's put it to rest
 and try to make some money progress
 Because if I got a dollar, and you got ten
 and you can get a hundred from a friend if five others kick in
 Shoot, we can take that stack and put it back
 in a community that's black, to make our people attract
 like somethin magnetic, cause word is bond it's pathetic
 We always talkin about this piece of the pie
 but it seems we can't get it
 Unless we field the life of a drug dealer
 and start stellin llello but you know where they go
 up to the penile, because they chose to be wild
 And now you're upstate kid, uh, waitin patiently to see trial
 Now let that whole gangsta route slide
 There's too much money and skins here on the outside
 for me to ever let my freedom go
 Cause I got mine, now get yous, and let me know

 [Scoob]
 Ah what's goin on, in our society
 What's goin on, when you nah haf no money
 What's goin on, people on the street
 Whoahhh, why is it so..

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