Think'n About My Brotha

[HAVIKK] Lookin through a window, thinkin' of a mission Hear gunshots, another homeboy missin The streets, crazy as hell but what a brother know? A drive-by in a black 6-4 Who did it and why? Another gang cause they hate him The person they killed, he wasn't even gangbangin Comin' from school, mindin his own alone But it's the homeboy's brother, so I guess it's on 16 - dead, missin' half his face His family screams and he dream of a better place You're either down or out I'ma stay down and talk loud Put on my khakis and still walk proud It's either do do or die or get done for nuthin' I won't run from a gun, nigga, shoot me some I'ma die a ?full? death, it's ignorant still But it's ill cause sometimes people have to kill You put your flags on, Locs on, claims the ???? And get your jack on, sometimes you get blown away You wanna live in fear but it's tragic An innocent child in another closed casket [L.V.] I'm thinkin' about my brother Been thinkin' about my future I got to get off the streets and work it out And face reality... [HAVIKK] A closed casket because he didn't have no face Lost in space and his brother has the only trace Say, brethren, is you simply get a Uzi and blast? Are you sure to get away, or does it matter to ask? [PRODEJE] I know you feel kinda guilty cause they thought he was you And everybody in the hood makes you wanna pursuit The others brothers from the gang that you shot at first And now you roll in limousines and your brother a hearse [HAVIKK] I couldn't doubt if it was me, I wouldn't wanna do a murder [PRODEJE] Yeah, I might slip just a lil' bit further [HAVIKK] We livin' in a ghetto and the ghetto is a kettle Sittin' on the furnace and it won't let go [PRODEJE] You feel guilty so you shoot back and you hit black And they hit back, another black's ?????? [HAVIKK] Another mother in tears, another kid in the grave [PRODEJE] The Lord gave us the freedom but till death we're enslaved [L.V.] I'm thinkin' about my brother And thinkin' about my future I got to get off the streets and work it out And face reality Cause I know one day I will see a vision Of the other side, oh no no... [PRODEJE] And what a mother, because you wanna gee, she face danger Shootin' at the house and she just a stranger to a banger The brother of the brother you shot Now your brother was got, your boy, you're ready to pop At the park you look gee'd, mad, even notorious You carry your rag, your reputation, it embroils Yeah, you can murder and you won't be phased But when the death hits home to the death you a slave Boy, your grave will take a Uzi and retaliate Are you afraid of the fact that it might be bait? Because I heard a lil' rumour on the L.A. streets That tell the price on your head, can you face the G? Your homeboys might help, but maybe they won't Maybe they can use dollars, are you gettin the point? Cause it's straight game and death's no joke You better get out of the fire or you smell the smoke It's no jokin', I became a G because I had to (So the streets took control of you) I'm a gangsta, a gangsta on a new L.P A closed casket, a mother and the S.C.C Chorus...