TRU, Big Ed, Master P - Tell Them What's Going On lyrics
[TRU, Big Ed, Master P - Tell Them What's Going On lyrics]
Inside the ghetto you see kids
With no shirts or shoes
And no sweaters, and life is kinda cold
Little kids withdirty pampers and a
God damn runny nose
And moms never home, never really had a da
Now what really going on?
Now what should I do?
My little brothers stomach growling in
The God damn rich do
Searching in the box for something to eat
Knowing there ain't gon be a God
Damn thing in there g
In the middle of the night it get strange
Sister baby keep crying they want milk man
But she don't give a damn
She's out tricking for a hit don't
Give a fuck bout little sam
And all night long the neighbors fussing
My ear to the wall he beats us up and 2
Hours later come the police
Instead of helping honey rather fuck with me
Its truly on the wall, want my eyes deep
Now what's really going on g?
Man this police fatality gotta stop ma
Cause brother ain't going out like
Rodney king no more
Little sammy grew up to be
The neighborhood dope dealer
Big wheeler, cap peeler
Never gave a damn bout another life
Going to jail cause sam
Was just another night
Money and dope was a trade
But not enough money to
Save this motherfuck's age
Mama did sam like change
Started ganking his own people like
In the dope game
And I better run out to a quarter
That little sam won't live to see tomorrow
And the government really don't gives a damn
Cause every neighborhood you find
A fucking sam
Its some little kid with no pride
But not enough education to survive
A lotta people in it to win
Don't a damn about the lives
They lose in the system
It's a shame, black politics and government
Damn, uncle sam, so we retaliate
So who are you going to judge
When we all make mistakes so I just move on
You can't stop a nigga from writting
A bout it in a song
And I ain't the one to get fucked
In other words you mess with p
It's like pressing your luck
And I'm getting paid
And I ain't gon let you treat every
Damn black man like a slave
And if you do your wrong
Now what really going on
With no shirts or shoes
And no sweaters, and life is kinda cold
Little kids withdirty pampers and a
God damn runny nose
And moms never home, never really had a da
Now what really going on?
Now what should I do?
My little brothers stomach growling in
The God damn rich do
Searching in the box for something to eat
Knowing there ain't gon be a God
Damn thing in there g
In the middle of the night it get strange
Sister baby keep crying they want milk man
But she don't give a damn
She's out tricking for a hit don't
Give a fuck bout little sam
And all night long the neighbors fussing
My ear to the wall he beats us up and 2
Hours later come the police
Instead of helping honey rather fuck with me
Its truly on the wall, want my eyes deep
Now what's really going on g?
Man this police fatality gotta stop ma
Cause brother ain't going out like
Rodney king no more
Little sammy grew up to be
The neighborhood dope dealer
Big wheeler, cap peeler
Never gave a damn bout another life
Going to jail cause sam
Was just another night
Money and dope was a trade
But not enough money to
Save this motherfuck's age
Mama did sam like change
Started ganking his own people like
In the dope game
And I better run out to a quarter
That little sam won't live to see tomorrow
And the government really don't gives a damn
Cause every neighborhood you find
A fucking sam
Its some little kid with no pride
But not enough education to survive
A lotta people in it to win
Don't a damn about the lives
They lose in the system
It's a shame, black politics and government
Damn, uncle sam, so we retaliate
So who are you going to judge
When we all make mistakes so I just move on
You can't stop a nigga from writting
A bout it in a song
And I ain't the one to get fucked
In other words you mess with p
It's like pressing your luck
And I'm getting paid
And I ain't gon let you treat every
Damn black man like a slave
And if you do your wrong
Now what really going on