Think 4 a Minute Lyrics

Think 4 a Minute - Bizzle

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Verse 1]

What up? What it is, homie?

This one here is for tha OG's & lil' homies

Huggin' tha block, duckin da cops wit' bundles of rocks

Tucked in tha dash of tha Jag wit' one in his sock

How you feel about ya situation?

You love it or you hate it or you indifferent 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'?

And if it really is, I'm just prayin' that it change

Fo' you put dat fiend's kids in dat same situation

Where they kids is sufferin', they tummies in a rage

Cuz' they moms gave you they food money for some 'caine

If she was yo reli' 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

[Hook]

I know it sounds like I'm preachin' to ya

But but think fo' a minute, homie

They say ya' too far gone but I'm reachin for ya

Sayin' just think fo' a minute, homie

I know dat life moves fast so we never take the chance

To think fo' a minute, homie

Think fo' a minute, homie

Yeah, Think fo' a minute, homie

(Verse 2):

What up pimp?

Look, Let me get a minute wit' you

To 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?

We love to claim it but you hate it when it's pinned against you

Like, "Oh I'm Black so you figga I'm a thug?"

Then be on tha block like, "Yeah nigga I'm a thug"

It's like we afraid ta dream, it's a shame ta see

Went from slave to free now look at the things 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 and weak

Killin' each other wit'out thinkin' if people'll even speak to police?

And I don't wanna hear tha government gave us that

They might've gave us straps

But they ain't make 'em clap

And they ain't in tha hood mowin' down black folks

And they ain't coming to tha hood sellin' blacks dope

No

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

I see ya t-shirt say stop snitchin'

But the hood just tha hood cuz' we not snitchin'

Not snitchin' is what got em on tha block trippin'

Drug dealers ain't hidin', they standin' on da block pitchin'

Come to tha hood everybody & commit a crime!

Even if they see you & tha cops come, they finna' lie

You can't steal from Beverly Hills, you'll go ta jail

But you can hit the hood in broad day & won't no one tell

Used ta wanna make the streets safer fa tha kids but no

We would rather make the streets safer fa tha criminal

You safer in tha hood robbin' 5 dudes fa 20 dollas

Than in Hollywood robbin' 1 fo' a hunnid dollas

Yeah it sound stupid, it's supposed to

It shoulda sounded dat way when they told you

The cold part is I was raised on tha hype

So it's hard for me ta tell even if I know it's right

It's crazy