Yo-Yo - A Few Good Men lyrics

[VERSE 1] sh** 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 f** 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 sh**, 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 n***as 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-a** way Baby, and maybe the homegirl don't play But that's more than I can say for the opposite s** 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 n***a, 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