Uh Oh

You ain't that tough yah
Choose the right friends
You ain't that tough yah
Don't make your life end

You walk around the town like you a big man
But you never know that, there's always a bigger man
You sling the M-16 and flash the M-1
But you don't know what you're doing, never learned to handle one
But true, all your friends thinking you a gangsta
While your mother try to warn you from certain danger
So one day in your room, you're playing with your Mac-10
Fully loaded automatic, just you and a friend
You're posing at the mirror, like you a gangsta clown
But the Mac-10 go off and your friend go down

Uh-oh, what you gonna do now?
Uh-oh, they're gonna blame you somehow
Uh-oh, tell me what you're gonna say
Uh-oh, look, they're carting you away

Your father telling you, "now son just go to school
Don't go acting like no fool and don't go acting too cool"
You get to the school, meet up with the right bunch
Just a group of kids, with no name, taking people lunch
You join the clique because you want to meet some girls
And you want a likkle prestige in your likkle school world
One day you're walking with your crew along the road
And a member of the crew pull out a gun and unload
Him shoot up a car and all you run far
You and your friends laughing like you a superstar
You get home and you're thinking it was fresh
And a cop meet you there, with a warrant for your arrest
Them ask, "who shot the gun while you're walking down the street?
Didn't you see the likkle bwoy there in the backseat sleep?
Now the bwoy dead, we want to know from you
Who shot the car up, or we gonna take you"

Uh-oh, now what you gonna do?
Uh-oh, boy they're gonna blame you
Uh-oh, now tell me what you're gonna say
Uh-oh, look, they're carting you away

You ain't that rough yah
Choose the right friends
You ain't that tough yah
Don't make your life end

White kids, you're living in the whitest part of town
You are a white kid, but you know you hang around some
You and your friends thinking that you're all that
When you see a youth walk by and you say, "youth is black"
One kid say "hey, what you doing on the block?
We don't want no niggas here unless he is a cop"
So the kid, pull out a big baseball bat
And him slap him with the bat, just because the kid was black
Now the kid fell down but still alive
So he reached in his pants and pulled out a.45
Pop! One friend drop and everyone run
Out of all the white kids, now you the only one
You start cry, cause now you're gonna die
And it's all because what your friends did to this guy

Uh-oh, what you gonna do now?
Uh-oh, he gonna blame you somehow
Uh-oh, what you think you're gonna say?
Uh-oh, now them carting you away

You ain't that rough yah
Choose the right friends
You ain't that tough yah
Don't make your life end