93 - Mac Dre

'92, nuthin' nice, I thought you knew

Brothers gettin' smoked, it ain’t no joke

But I got a little something for that

Check it out «That's right»

1, 2 «Mac muthafuckin' Dre»

Murder rate is up but still don’t give a fuck

It’s all about stacks and making a fast buck

Black man, often common reality

Cops getting away with police brutality

Everywhere I go it’s the same old thing

Brothers on the block slanging with cocaine

Can’t get a job ‘cause the boss is prejudiced

How come everybody is so damn negative?

Jail cells packed to full capacity

Punk police keep steady harassing me

Babies having babies addicted to blow

Brothers started jacking for shit, that’s low

Kids steady taking big guns to school

Thinking that shit is all fun and cool

But kids keep dying from ruthless crimes

I guess we’re just going through ruthless times

'92 really wasn’t shit to me

I wonder what happens in ‘93

«Yeah though» '93…I wonder what happens in ‘93

«Yeah though» '93…I wonder what happens in ‘93

«Yeah though» '93…I wonder what happens in ‘93

«Yeah though» «Getting crazy»…I wonder what happens in ‘93

'92, year of the homicide

Fathers, daughters, sons and mamas died

9 millimeters became essential

And learning how to use them was fundamental

Brothers sold rock on the block they slayed hard

One-way ticket for a trip to the graveyard

Muthafuckas have no time to fight

Shoot ‘em up quick sideways to the next light

Brothers nowadays have so much anger

Mama’s little boy is now a stranger

Never woulda thought he’d be a ruthless villain

Killing muthafuckas, straight robbin' and stealin'

But that’s how it goes, and all he knows

Is talk these hoes up out they clothes

It’s all about green, money reigns supreme

Young black brothas try to chase that dream

Living all in tidy bowl, no one excited though

That’s the way it is, it just ain’t right though

'92 really wasn’t shit to me

I wonder what happens in ‘93

«Yeah though» '93…'93…I wonder what happens in ‘93

«Yeah though» '93…'93…I wonder what happens in ‘93

«Yeah though» '93…What's gonna happen in '93?

«Yeah though» «Getting crazy»…I wonder what happens in ‘93

What’s gonna happen in '93?

Another white president lying to me

Talking some shit about a minimum wage

Fuck that shit, I’m finna get paid

Slangin' this dope through a microphone

And never would I ever leave the mic alone

If I wasn’t rappin', what would probably happen

I’d be cuttin' down ounces, straight stackin'

It’s a damn shame but it’s oh so real

But instead of selling coke, dope raps I deal

But for most young brothers it ain’t that easy

Times are rough, and life is sleazy

Living on the track tryin' to make that mail

Shooting them dice waiting for that sale

In '93, will things get worse?

How many brothers will ride in a hearse?

'92 really wasn’t shit to me

I hope it gets better in ‘93

«Mac Dre» '93…I hope it gets better in ‘93

«Mac Dre» '93…'93…Will things get better in '93?

«Mac Dre» '93…'93…I hope it gets better in ‘93

«Mac Dre» ‘93…I hope it gets better in ‘93

«Yeah though»

Yeah, Mac Dre, locked down in ‘92

But I’ll be free in '93, yeah

In the Fresno jail, I ain’t stressin'

Straight progressin', you know «Yeah though»

Brothers gotta get their game tight…

Do you wanna come up in '93?

Gotta stack a big bank ‘cause you want a big thing

Brothers ain’t jacking every day and every night

‘Cause a muthafucka just wanna live life right

Don’t trip, mayne;

young brother, don’t trip, mayne

Don’t trip, mayne;

young brother, don’t trip, mayne

I wanna say one more thing before I go

«Getting crazy» «Crestside»

Yeah, much love, mayne;

I send much love, mayne

«Much love» I’ll work on that;

I’ll work on that

Young and black

And the beat don’t stop (Beat don’t stop)

(Repeated until end)