Think`n About My Brotha

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