[verse 1] I’m gonna take you back .. to 1980 People thought she was crazy for keepin’ her baby Being only thirteen thinking’ how she would love a son Barely a child herself .. now she would mother one When that had come to past some wondered how she had made it by Some had bets on the side that she wouldn’t live to see ’85 But she would prove them wrong .. corrosion kickin’ strong And like the calm before storm so was mom when it was on Back in ’86 .. as he grew up in the mix Watchin’ his mother hang around men That slang the cain to make them licks Strugglin’ year after year switchin’ daddy to daddy Last one had him a lincoln .. this one got him a caddy Plus a house in the subs and apartments run by thugs Pushin’ dubs to them scrubs ’cuz he got a connect with killa bud Little young buck seen all of that Then the man had a hand on that crack And he out there lookin’ for tear that come black Cuz he know that smack on a comeback He was nothin’ but 9 years old doin’ nothin’ but what he was told Always the one that would hafta hold Till the man let him know when it was sold Then he would take what wrapped in the paper sack Make the drop and he’d make it back Imagine that to play the mac And not know how one’s s’posed to act
[chorus] When them hustlin’ on them corners Don’t play them for weak cuz them will shoot ya Real young killa gangsta rude-boy Destined for death yet o’m your future How can the youth be humble When we live in an age of rage Too young and naive to conceive that them diggin’ an early grave
[verse 2] And by the time the nineties come around .. Mom’s had a frown since the man went down Kites fly penitentiary bound and lil’ man’s left to hold his ground Playin’ his art stayin’ in school .. Nothin’ short of payin’ his dues Mamas heart’s what made him choose .. Got him a start in breakin’ rules Hittin’ them books hangin’ with crooks .. Watchin’ out when that law man looks Money’s put in them pocket books And business good ’cuz he got them rooks To make the run getting’ it done .. With the advantage of bein’ so young Nobody cared about what had begun .. Then by the end of ’91 He was the kid in junior high … Lookin’ to get some new supply Got him a hook up through some guy Livin’ like either it’s do or die Under the influence of the game .. Already been through the love and the pain Feelin’s to him that one in the same .. Gotta maintain or go down the drain It was the life he learned to live .. He’s never had an alternative Most forbid the things he did .. But what would you do if you were the kid growin’ up Around the cut only exposed to what’s corrupt Nothin’ could break a boy so rough Except the touch of his mother’s love
[chorus]
[verse 3] Around the summer of ’93 .. Everyone’s packin’ artillery Do many wantin’ to be a "g" Ready to make a delivery Whatever it took to get in a set .. Not even worried about regret It’s who could pose the biggest threat And catch the most of all respect He can’t stop .. He won’t stop .. Even though every spot is hot Givin’ it everything thing he’s got .. Tryin’ to keep from getting’ caught Never the one to be any place Long enough to catch a case After all no time to waste When doin’ your business face to face He’s comin’ equipped to make the lick .. Not about to play the trick Puttin’ in work to make the hit and keepin’ it low to stay legit Mom’s and dad’s I’m talkin’ to you .. These are the things our children do Hopin’ you listen and catch the clues then maybe
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Copy to Clipboard: [verse 1] I’m gonna take you back .. to 1980 People thought she was crazy for keepin’ her baby Being only thirteen thinking’ how she would love a son Barely a child herself .. now she would mother one When that had come to past some wondered how she had made it by Some had bets on the side that she wouldn’t live to see ’85 But she would prove them wrong .. corrosion kickin’ strong And like the calm before storm so was mom when it was on Back in ’86 .. as he grew up in the mix Watchin’ his mother hang around men That slang the cain to make them licks Strugglin’ year after year switchin’ daddy to daddy Last one had him a lincoln .. this one got him a caddy Plus a house in the subs and apartments run by thugs Pushin’ dubs to them scrubs ’cuz he got a connect with killa bud Little young buck seen all of that Then the man had a hand on that crack And he out there lookin’ for tear that come black Cuz he know that smack on a comeback He was nothin’ but 9 years old doin’ nothin’ but what he was told Always the one that would hafta hold Till the man let him know when it was sold Then he would take what wrapped in the paper sack Make the drop and he’d make it back Imagine that to play the mac And not know how one’s s’posed to act
[chorus] When them hustlin’ on them corners Don’t play them for weak cuz them will shoot ya Real young killa gangsta rude-boy Destined for death yet o’m your future How can the youth be humble When we live in an age of rage Too young and naive to conceive that them diggin’ an early grave
[verse 2] And by the time the nineties come around .. Mom’s had a frown since the man went down Kites fly penitentiary bound and lil’ man’s left to hold his ground Playin’ his art stayin’ in school .. Nothin’ short of payin’ his dues Mamas heart’s what made him choose .. Got him a start in breakin’ rules Hittin’ them books hangin’ with crooks .. Watchin’ out when that law man looks Money’s put in them pocket books And business good ’cuz he got them rooks To make the run getting’ it done .. With the advantage of bein’ so young Nobody cared about what had begun .. Then by the end of ’91 He was the kid in junior high … Lookin’ to get some new supply Got him a hook up through some guy Livin’ like either it’s do or die Under the influence of the game .. Already been through the love and the pain Feelin’s to him that one in the same .. Gotta maintain or go down the drain It was the life he learned to live .. He’s never had an alternative Most forbid the things he did .. But what would you do if you were the kid growin’ up Around the cut only exposed to what’s corrupt Nothin’ could break a boy so rough Except the touch of his mother’s love
[chorus]
[verse 3] Around the summer of ’93 .. Everyone’s packin’ artillery Do many wantin’ to be a "g" Ready to make a delivery Whatever it took to get in a set .. Not even worried about regret It’s who could pose the biggest threat And catch the most of all respect He can’t stop .. He won’t stop .. Even though every spot is hot Givin’ it everything thing he’s got .. Tryin’ to keep from getting’ caught Never the one to be any place Long enough to catch a case After all no time to waste When doin’ your business face to face He’s comin’ equipped to make the lick .. Not about to play the trick Puttin’ in work to make the hit and keepin’ it low to stay legit Mom’s and dad’s I’m talkin’ to you .. These are the things our children do Hopin’ you listen and catch the clues then maybe
[chorus]
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