Get Up! Common! It's time to work! Skirt? Or your black dress? Or your white collared shirt? Sure. This one will probably be your cure Your, money, house, cars, silk, and fur Stir, up your life for sure Your, cat likes you she purs (Insert purring noise here) Your boyfriend likes your curves, sure But sometimes you just hurt You're, stuck in a frozen blur, brrrrr Everyone is blankly staring! And your card games aren't so daring! I think it's time that you started to see Get on some jeans and sing with we
Chorus: Money and brand new leather! Can't buy you smiles today! Even in stormy weather! We'll be there! Come and play! We'll start a whole new era! We'll start a brand new ride! No briefcase! No mascara! Come on! Let's go outside!
You could be robbed, shot No help from the cops Police opt out to stop The criminals who plot And you won't even notice Life's going so fast And you can't understand it But you know it won't last WE NEED TO SLOW DOWN! Get your feet on the ground! When have they asked you what you're thinking of? huh? When have they asked you to page love huh? I think it's time that we caught up Get your eyes stuck to the sky Let's watch the doves
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No matter who you are Hell, you could be Jafar We've got a lot to play We're sure you've got a lot to say No matter where you've been No matter what you've seen We'll be there! We'll be there! We'll be there! Come outside!
Seems like he's gone His letter's been sent Seems like he's gone Over, and over again
Seems like they've won His smile has been bent Seems like they've won It's not over, not over yet
He's still here He's still got the same name He's still here Too smart, too strong, too hood for their games His aura lives, and very soon, he'll be the same
Chorus: Oh God! He fell down, right in front of me Like a bullet to the skull, severed soul to see He's gotta stay alive, his life cannot end He's my friend He's my friend And it's not over yet
He's on his way He's back on track He starts to play And no one in the world sounds like that It was a good day We've almost got him back But you can bet It's not over, not over yet
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He was a happy guy but his happiness: Taken away He was a funny guy, but suddenly: Nothing to say We've gotta stop this We've gotta get him out: Right now We've gotta fight it, fight it Sing it with me! LOUD! LOUD! LOUD! LOUD!
Hey listen up! I'm gonna tell all of you a tale About sex, drugs, guns, money and jail About gangsters stealing cash for bail A tale about putting up life for sale Bullets rain like hail!
SSsshhhh! But here is the warning If you don't like things that are gory You should close your ears to this story We're sorry
There are closed off jungles in this country called hoods Where bullets fly, kids die, they'd kill you if they could You can walk to a corner store in a red shirt Instead of getting milk, you're a dead jerk
Kids walk the streets on patrol, they're strapped They catch you in the cold, they start killin' cats So remember that, they love shelling claps If you're in the wrong colours, better run your ass
Bust em out, magnums, they start to blast Cops don't care, they just roll past Another kids hurt, in a full body cast Just another classic gang clash
Pop! Pop! Everyone starts to dash But a high child chillin' heard the shots come last One hits him in the head, now he's dead His young life has been mashed
Pre-chorus: No matter who you are, you could be anyone When you hear the sound of guns You had best get up and run
Chorus: Cool, down Let's get some lemonade Cool down We gotta chill today Cool down No violence in the streets Cool down We don't need no heat
Hey listen up! This here is the second verse I apologize if it gets a little worse These are true stories they don't come with mirth In the hood, you're a criminal from birth
Literally, The cops, they give you a criminal ID Get down your name, your build, and your street All at the tender age of 10-13
Before you've done anythin' They don't even give you a chance to begin They take away your freedom and they take away your choice So to make cash, you better steal a Rolls Royce
And hip-hop endorses this every day Promoting killing, hookers, and playing the game They don't care about young lives, no shame They need money, they too were starved at a young age
So I ask you, "who's really to blame?" The gangster, who's only choice is selling cocaine? Or is it us, who turn a blind eye and say They disgust us, that's just their way!
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