[ VERSE 1 ]
Shit is gettin hectic now, can you feel it?
Los Angeles done got so scandalous
It might be a nice visit
But you wouldn`t wanna live here
Cause some be so hungry
They at each other`s throat, just for a c-note
And wouldn`t give a fuck if it was just a buck
Because the value of life is at rock bottom
And now I`m seein brothers fall like it was autumn
Caught him lax, end up maxin in a trunk dead
With a slug in his head, and he stink like a skunk
Now that`s a goddamn shame
When life don`t mean a thing
And brothers`d rather bang
And go out backwards, and catch a bullet for they set
Doin life, and ain`t even 18 yet
And it`s never too late to retaliate
Black-on-black crime, it equals our time
In the land of opportunity, which is ironic
Brothers can`t find a job, so they sell the chronic
And get you hooked on it like phonics
That`s `92 black economics
Or go army, and be all you can never be
In the `home of the brave`, land of the never-free
Asiatic black man and woman, I`m curious
Shit, it ain`t never that serious
Cause that`s worldwide genocide
I can`t count the amount of black men that died
(1, 2, 3...)
Every since I was a juvenile
Damn, another day, another funeral
It`s just a few good men
(1-2-3)
(I`m gon`...)
(...See what these black men are all about)
It`s just a few good men
[ VERSE 2 ]
Seems like it`s just a few good men left
I know I can find me one, but hold your breath
Cause most niggas is scared of a revolution
And they may as well be douchin
Cause if you ain`t part of the solution
Sweetheart, you`re part of the problem
So I`ve come a long-ass way
Baby, and maybe the homegirl don`t play
But that`s more than I can say for the opposite sex
That`s wearin these X hats
And won`t even bust a grape for the cause
Just flappin they jaws
Mr. Too Black Too Strong
Nigga, you got it all wrong
If you think the war ain`t on
So who`s down to put the work in?
Wave your hands, we just need a few good men
(1-2-3)
(Do you wanna see...)
(...What these black men are all about)
Just a few good men
(Do you wanna see...)
(...What these black men are all about)
[ VERSE 3 ]
So Yo-Yo wanna know what you stand fo`
Money, fame, or game, or some hoe
Everything but the right thing
(Goddamn)
That`s why you`re gettin stretched out like kite string
In the penitentiary with no hope
They say the devil is dope
Over 500`000 is housin in American prisons
But then, who really listens?
To the plea of a negro
It`s just: Yeah, we know, we know...
And girl, don`t you be no fool, either
And get to thinkin that you won`t be the
Next Twana, or better yet Latasha
God bless the child that`s gettin wild
So if you`re a real black man, let me hear you shout
(Whoaw!) And don`t punk out
(1-2-3)
(I`m gon`...)
(...See what these black men are all about)
It`s just a few good men
(1-2-3)
(1)
It`s just a few good men
