Текст песни
What up? What it is, homie?/ This one here is for da O.G.s & lil homies/ Huggin' da block, duckin da cops wit' bundles of rocks/ Tucked in da dash of da Jag wit' one in his sock/ How you feel about ya situation?/ You love it or you hate it or you indif-fer-ent long as it is payin'(for real)/ And is it really for yo kids like you claimin' or dat 22 inches on dat Benz dat you swangin'?(ughhh)/ And if it really is, I'm just prayin' that it change/ 'Fo you put dat fiend's kids in dat same situation/ Where dey kids is sufferin', they tummies in a rage/ Cuz they moms gave you dey food money for some 'caine/ If she was yo relli would you tell her go home?/ Would you tell her do better? Would you sell her those stones?/ Does anybody around ya tell ya dat it's wrong?/ Have you ever heard a rap star tell ya dat in songs? No (no, no)
(HOOK): I know it sounds like I'm preachin' ta ya (ta ya)
But but think fo' a minute, homie
They say ya too far gone but I'm reachin for ya (for ya)
Sayin' just think fo' a minute, homie (homie)
I know dat life moves fast so we never take the chance
To think fo' a minute, homie (homie)
Think fo' a minute, homie (homie)
(Yeeah!) Think fo' a minute, homie
What up pimp?(Look) Lemme get a minute wit' you?/ Ta see why when I called you dat you ain't feel as if I dissed you/ And if I was White, would it cause a bigger issue (huh)?/ We love ta calim it but you hate it when it's pinned against you (yeeah)/ Like, "Oh I'm Black so you figga I'm a thug?"/ Then be on da block like, "Yeeah NIGGA I'm a thug"/ It's like we afraid ta dream, it's a shame ta see/ Went from slave ta free now look at the thangs we claim ta be/ What's keepin' us from cleanin' da streets?/ Why in our neighborhood, it's cool for people ta be/ Thievin' & robbin' & makin' fiends that are feeble & weak/ Killin' each other wit'out thinkin' if people'll even speak to police?/ And I'ont wanna hear da government gave us that (that)/ They mighta gave us straps (straps), but dey ain't make 'em clap (clap)/ And dey ain't in da hood mowin' down Black folks (unh-unh)/ And dey ain't comin' ta da hood sellin' Blacks dope (Nooo!)
(HOOK): I know it sound like I'm preachin' ta ya (ta ya)
But but think fo' a minute, homie
They say ya too far gone but I'm reachin for ya (for ya)
Sayin' just think fo' a minute, homie (homie)
I know dat life moves fast so we never take the chance
To think fo' a minute, homie (homie)
Think fo' a minute, homie (homie)