My Generation

[Hook] Every block got crips, even schools got bloods Everywhere got essays, essays With the wrong colors hear, you shot like a dear ​This things getting messy, messy Hes in a gang, shes in a gang Pop up, show off your bang bang, bang But I cry, cry, cry, for my generation Only god knows! [Bridge: Wyclef Jean] Here they come, y'all (x7) [Verse 1: Wyclef Jean] Left from Morgan, Bushwick, Flatbush Reason they call it Flatbush Police come, get flat ​push the bush in the bush ​for nigga back and brains to get gushed Thats the life in Brooklyn New York Then I moved to Jersey where they still cause more spur One chaca, two chaca, three chaca, four chaca But your life worth more than that Ford Explorer ​Critics say this the secret to my longevity I got many styles, many styles For example this is the one and this is ​na, na, na, na, na me Still got the swag and me me me mo me Many wanna beat me ​but they can't copy copy copy copy(copy copy) But they can only be on fool G's [?] What we have will have my lighter on My watch will blind the sun And the Herb we smoke are from Solomon But I cry, cry, cry for my generation! [Hook] ​[Verse 2: Pitbull] I'm from Generation X, where we've dealt it all From coke to the crack, crack to the x Hero to the weed, weed to the meth They talk like choppers, but they jam like text ​Pits definitely one of the generation's best ​I'm watching everything round here go downhill Cause everybody wanna be 2Pac Every other two blocks, they've sold you rocks Don't let these fool on TV fools you Come here little man, let me school you! Yeah, you see em with the money and the rims The diamonds, the shining But half of these boys, they're lying [Verse 3: Jim Jones] Will I try, for my generation And all the time, from my innovation We ain't no one, got the hemy wasted Were getting high, got the [?] getting wasted I know, that the feds hate him He made a couple million dollars over statements So now, got the feds chase him Hit him out of town What the fuck are ya thinking Hes black and hes famous He can't forget the rich out the anus He's a dead set [?] alcohol And y'all so known there's a problem [Hook] [Verse 4: Bounty Killer] Bloodclaat, Wyclef I said quit [?] I'm shorting on a few blocks [Hook]