Tell Them Whats Going On Lyrics by Tru

Tell Them Whats Going On Lyrics

    [master p]
    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 aint 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 dont give a damn
    She's out tricking for a hit dont 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 whats really going on g?

    [big ed]
    Man this police fatality gotta stop ma
    Cause brother aint going out like rodney king no more

    [master p]
    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 wont live to see tomorrow
    And the government really dont 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
    Dont 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 cant stop a nigga from writting a bout it in a song
    And i aint the one to get fucked
    In other words you mess with p its like pressing your luck
    And i'm getting paid,
    And i aint gon let you treat every damn black man like a slave
    And if you do your wrong, now what really going on

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