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letra de what's the matter with your world? - grandmaster melle mel & van silk

[intro: melle mel]
yo man, i wanna grow up to be a og, just like my man money loc, a og, that’s right, an original gangster, man, i’m a classic, man, i got the talent, all i need is a toolie, i just wanna be a og, man
yo, little brother, instead of trying to… round up the posse!… be a og, you better quit watching that tv before i come on down here with some… stop the violence! …you know what i’m saying, man? og…psst

[verse 1: melle mel;van silk]
screaming always damage my ears
the people running in fear, the hour to devour is near
pandemonium, chaos, total destruction
tragedy portrays an eerie seduction
gunshots, fist fights, even knives
people getting hurt, others losing their lives
no doubt about it and you can’t deny it
what started as a choral turned into a riot
bodies laying out all over the ground
blood spattered everywhere, people getting beat down
inner city [?] going out with a bang
it sound like a war, but it’s a street gang
stop the violence!

[chorus]
“what’s the matter with your world?”
“oh yeah”
“what’s the matter with”

[verse 2: melle mel;van silk]
yeah, kid
a drive-by, i heard somebody died
in a pool of blood, the brother’s mother cried
“lord, please bring my son back alive”
he shot back like a trooper, he didn’t take a dive
he had a gun in his hand and his blood was in the street
bullet holes everywhere, even the bottom of his feet, boy
the drug deal took a terrible twirl
the car was definitely red but he shot the wrong girl
’cause life in the gang is a thing that’s real choosy
you don’t get paid, but you learn to use a uzi
n0body wins and what’s really a trip
the bloods lose blood and crips go to the crypt
stop the violence!
[chorus]
“what’s the matter with your world?”
“oh yeah”
“what’s the matter with”

[verse 3: melle mel;van silk]
people in the streets, all need to be free
stop the v-i-o-l-e-n-c-e
how can you do anything in life
when you live by the gun and die by the knife
somewhere out there, little children of poverty
a [?] life could be my biography
standing in the alley [?] near my heart
see a brother from another gang and tear him apart
incarcerated, arrested, locked up, whatever
a million dollar bail in jail, paid never
[?] for some drugs with the rest of the guys
and looked back and saw the tears in my mother’s eyes
stop the violence!

[chorus]
“what’s the matter with your world?”
“oh yeah”
“what’s the matter with”

[verse 4: melle mel;van silk]
thank god it’s friday and yo, you know it’s my day
i’m doing things my way, the fresh way, the fly way
the nine-milimeter is right here by my side
i got fifteen shots, who needs courage or pride?
’cause i’m the dude with the attitude since last week
i caught a punk who owed me money, shot him in the street
took his chain, blew out his brains, cold settled the score
and yo yo, the sucker punk don’t owe me money no more
’cause i’m a study of chaos, a master of violence
freeze, it’s a stick up, be quiet, i want silence
move, get in the back face down to the floor
the next sound you’re gonna hear is my ass hit the door
i’m outta here with twenty gs, time to get it right
[?] as a champ [?] later on in the night
made a call to [?] hit it
paw talked to the crew and they said “let’s get with it”
a thousand people in the place, the jam was packed
people had on their jewelry, standing back to back
we might as well be a track team running [?]
[?] limit y’all, go for the gold
stop the violence!
[chorus]
“what’s the matter with your world?”
“oh yeah”
“what’s the matter with”

[verse 5: melle mel;van silk]
the rolling forties, the sporty shorty
[?] born to be naughty
my man money luke, yo, he ain’t no joke
he got a ragtop benz with solid gold spokes
brothers slinging caine and [?] brain
got a hyperthermic needle sticking out of the vein
blood running through the streets and flowing to the gutter
cut through my heart like a hot knife through b-tter
the rock house, people run up the score
[?] use their colors as a front for the drug war
whatever color, boy, red or blue
people always wear black at a funeral
stop the violence!

[chorus]
“what’s the matter with your world?”
“oh yeah”
“what’s the matter with”

- grandmaster melle mel van silk

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