Yeah! Another funky song for your mind in the nine-two

and the nine-three, P-Dog in the motherfuckin 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 motherfuckin 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 motherfucker!  Get that ol' nigga!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.." - [gun shots] [police siren]

"Move man!  Move!"

"Freeze motherfucker 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"