Verse 1: Mike G
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It's a cryin' shame, brothers takin' life as a game
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Growing up against the law, but no-one knows who's to blame
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Dealin' drugs on the corner, you don't have to, but you wanna
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A meal is hard to make, but you tell yourself you're gonna
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Dealing 12 to 12, day into evening
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I wonder how you continue to be grieving
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Your meal is made and it's time to chill
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You buy the black Mercedes Benz with the gold to the grill
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Cruisin' up the ave while your friends get jealous
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You find out, you quickly get restless
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You buy a gun, it doesn't help but hurt you
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Because your so-called friend rattled on you
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You're in the pen serving 10 to 20
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Your boy snatched your girl and put use to your money
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You're out for teen, but what does it mean?
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You're just a wasted, young brother who lost it all on a dream
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Chorus: (sampled from What's Going On by Marvin Gaye)
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What's goin' on, I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I
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Yeah, what's goin' on, I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I
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Verse 2: Afrika, Mike G
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My blood brother is bleeding, it's a cryin' shame
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Out on the street tryin' to play the game
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Formally an in-mate straight from upstate
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Can't stop him now 'cause you see it's just too late
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He's on the run and he's got a gun
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Stay out his way unless you want some
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See, he's gettin' older, a bit more bolder
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Got his name written up in the 5-0 folder
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A big Christmas list of all the crime's he's committed
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He says he didn't do it, but we know he did it
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Summons his lawyers, fingerprints, bung shots
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Lookin' for my brother, yo, he's at the drug spots
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Livin' off that cheap Chinese food
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He says he only bumps the people when he's in the mood
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Runnin' 'round with his crews and his 2-2's
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I saw him last night in the prime time news
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Shot and killed by a
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His birth to the earth was a big mistake
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Now, history was not my favourite subject
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I used to flip through the pages and get upset
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Seein' little of black and too much of the other
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(They tried to brainwash you) Picture that, a jungle brother
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Read this, read that, answer question 3
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But when I got to 3, it had nothin' to do with me
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Somethin' was wrong, and I knew it all along
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Now tell me (please) what's goin' on
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Repeat chorus
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Verse 3: Afrika, Mike G
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A: Now, I've been told all the do's and don't-do-not's
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My mother, hallelujah, she called the shots
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She said, "Don't play with guns and play with knives
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And most of all, don't play with other people's wives
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When you're walkin' down the street, pay the pushers no mind
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'Cause all they wanna do is put your mind on cloud nine
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Put your head up high and your feet on the ground
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You don't have to be like everybody else to be down
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Stay in school
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G: Don't be no fool
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A: Don't lose your temper
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G: And keep your cool
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A: Follow your heart
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G: And not your friends
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A: And some of your friends
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G: Could lead you into dead ends"
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A: The other day my father said, "Son, God bless your soul
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Our life is gettin' tougher and the world is cold"
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I said, "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, what do you mean?" He said,
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G: "You ain't got nothin' 'less you got the green"
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A: I realise to myself things are gonna be hard
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So each and every day I pray to God
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I say, "Now I lay me down to sleep
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G: I give the Lord my soul to keep
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A: If I should die before I wake
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G: Take me to heaven 'cause I need a break
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A: But if you let me live to another morn
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G: I'd like to know what's goin' on
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Chorus 2:
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What's goin' on, I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I
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Tell me what's goin' on, I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I
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What's Going On
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Jungle Brothers |