Too $hort — All the Kids on the Block

[Intro: Rayven Justice] Yeah, yeah, yeah All the kids on the block, all the kids on the block [Verse 1: Too $hort & Rayven Justice] All the kids on the block, they just wanna have some fun They just wanna play outside, they don't wanna run from guns You born into a violent world, tryna stay innocent Why is it so impossible to give a kid an instrument? And watch him make music, he just needs the right tools That's how it is in the inner city elementary schools It's an no-win situation, ain't no graduations Can't get a good education, can't even take a vacation When you trapped in the fuckin' trap, there's not a whole lotta hope It's just a bunch of guns, a bunch of alcohol and dope Got your mama hooked on cokе, baby smellin' all that smoke Caught the littlе homie by the store and now his T-shirt is soaked I'm lookin' at another youngster's obituary, so many funerals A new hitter emerged, and now he's doin' numerals Caught a body last week, a couple more last year (Last year) And he gon' die that same way, he'll never get past here (Here) [Chorus: Rayven Justice] All the kids on the block, we tryna save 'em We gotta raise 'em, stop tryna kill them All the kids on the block, they ain't do nothin' We gotta love them, stop tryna kill them, yeah All the kids on the block [Verse 2: Too $hort] They don't get new computers It's not like the suburbs that show guaranteed futures It's more like a heavyweight fight, it's you against life And you a little nigga, you gotta fight big niggas every night It never ends, that don't mean you can't win All you need is a chance, a mentor and some good friends That wanna see you make it out, get up off that block, mayne Don't get outta jail and start sellin' them rocks again You need a new hustle, fuck doin' all that time We out here gettin' felony money without doin' all them crimes Now all my intelligent gangstas, it's your time to shine Tell your mama and your grandmama everything's gon' be fine Your little brothers and your sisters all live in luxury 'Cause you're listenin' to this song and you really fuck with me And I wouldn't tell you wrong, fuck all that thuggin', G I could show you how to make a real quick hundred Gs (Without breakin' the law) [Chorus: Rayven Justice] All the kids on the block, we tryna save 'em We gotta raise 'em, stop tryna kill them All the kids on the block, they ain't do nothin' We gotta love them, stop tryna kill them, yeah [Outro: Rayven Justice] All the kids on the block, ah All the kids on the block, yeah All the kids on the block, all the kids on the block All the kids on the block