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  (C) Copyright 1994 Jamie Howarth, All rights reserved
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        The G Wanna Be; ReX
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see the fast cars, mobile phones, shiny gold chains,
people selling physic for injecting into da vains.
no they aint no pharmacist, they're of a differnt kind,
pushers, selling the stuff that mucks up your mind.
now you may say so what, you get the fancy shit,
remember one things for sure what you see ain't it.
these people have no future, sure they have paper,
happy they seem, on a path straight to the reaper.
What do I mean?, you really don't think the g's last
on the lower level they're headed one way fast.......

The lucky ones are out on bail,
most of them get locked in jail.
the mass of them are passed away,
so listen to what I have to say.
Get yourself a legit job,
don't hang with that mob.

Let me tell you a story, I once knew a man called Bruce.
sure he looked blithe and dressed all neat and spruce.
they called him a ganstar, he thought he had it all,
there the man was each day, dealing and having a ball.
Bruce was a gyp, the dealer wasn't an honest fellow,
cheated all the homies, yeah unfortinatly he was shallow.
the junk he was selling to the hood was all defective,
the homies kept consuming the dope, it wasn't effective.
Bruce they pursued possessing an Uzi, and sprayed,
The homies were not ones' who liked to be betrayed,
now 6 foot under the Bruce lays getting all decayed.

The lucky ones are out on bail,
most of them get locked in jail.
the mass of them are passed away,
so listen to what I have to say.
Get yourself a legit job,
don't hang with that mob.

By now my missive should be totally evident,
I'm no saint meant to save you that god sent.
now I hope you listened to what I've said,
get of the streets or you'll wind up dead.
if you've got the chance then stay at school,
don't go an leave because they say it's not cool.
mustn't get cought up with all of those fools,
just keep ya life straight don't bend the rules.
remember that I'm not the enemy, I want peace,
so yo'll out there be sure to keep of the streets.


the lucky ones are out on bail,
most of them get locked in jail.
the mass of them are passed away,
so listen to what I have to say.
Get yourself a legit job,
don't hang with that mob.
don't hang with that mob. (Fade out)
don't hang with that mob.