Yeah (Yeah yeah yeah) I feel you
I still want you
(Make the ghetto theme)
Hahahaah (Jealous) I feel you ghetto blast
(1993 shots) That’s right
(First love to the mack)
(Let’s go get ‘em)

Hey livin’ these days ain’t no joke
Fiends they smoke and every young brother sells coke
And if not they affiliated with the game
It ain’t like the old days in ’93 thangs changed
A young brotha might blast ya if he has to
And a punk won’t last a
Second in the place where I’m livin’ at
Cause everybody and they momma’s pack gats
Some pack these tech-9s and might live fine
But a tre-eight will always keeps thangs straight
Cause it ain’t nothin’ like suburbia
Cause in the hood a young soldier might murder ya
It’s kind of sick when you’re watchin’ your partner get killed
Straight pimped off the Earth dyin’ over turf
That the other man owns but us youngsters don’t know this
We killin’ one another just to show who the dopest
While us brothas is cappin’ the “Blue eyed devil’ is laughin”
And my cuddies is dyin’ man I wonder what happened
To the peace and togetherness ‘black fists’ raise in the air
But us youngsters don’t care
So I wonder partner is unity a dream?’
So kick back to my ghetto theme
And it goes like this…
(And it goes like this and it goes like this)
Young players got to get it together
Young players got to get it together
Young players got to get it together
Young players got to get it together what's up? What's up?
Young players got to get it together
Young players got to get it together
Deep young players got to get it together
Young players got to get it together

Back in the days I never tripped but then I noticed
That people were my color were comin’ up the shortest
Life ain’t cool for a young soldier stuck on the streets
He got mail on his mind plus a nine and fools talk about peace
All he wants is his piece of the pie
Can’t get no 9-to-5 so on the streets he got to strive
And do what he got to do to get his money on
So don’t trip when you see him with the cellular phone
Cause that’s the way that he’s pimpin’ the system
Strictly comin’ up with all the fools against him
Dealin’ with the mass confusion
Robbin’ and lootin’ and drive by shoots (Tits)
But in the ghetto it’s an everyday thang though
Without togetherness things ain’t gone change though
I was told to keep my eyes-on-the-prize but I can’t
So I hind behind the dank and the drank
To camouflage all my pain
Ghetto got us insane
Since our vision is blurry we don’t know this maine
We need to come together on these inner city streets
Cause if we don’t we all goin’ to be deceased
Peep the ghetto theme
Young players got to get it together
Young players got to get it together Eastside what’s up?
Young players got to get it together
Young players got to get it together

In ’93 it ain’t the government mind tricks
It’s young brotha’s with the gats and the clips
That’s quick to click and shoot
For practically nothin’
Because these brotha’s these days mayn have no patience
School ain’t cool when you’re learnin’ about the slave days
And all the presidents makin’ all them slave trades
You should see you’re turnin’ the future into the past
And throw some cash a brother don’t blast
On another damn I thought we smarter than that
But it seems without the gats we ain’t even all that
Plus some fools with a sag in our pants
We need to put the nine’s down and let our minds advance
Young sister yeah she’s a pregnant-free teen
But she don’t know that once she was a queen and her man was a king
Now her man sells dope on the avenue
I know it’s cruel but this is what they push us to
Brotha’s now we have way too much hate(Yeah)
We might be from different states but we all from the same place (Place)
Times is hard but they ain’t hard as it seems
All I do is say “Peace” (Why?) and kick my ghetto theme
Young players gonna get it together
Young players gonna get it together what's up? What's up?
Young players gonna get it together
Young players gonna get it together in a V in a V
Young players gonna get it together
Young players gonna get it together quess what? Quess what?
Young players gonna get it together
Young players gonna get it together


Yeah this Mac Mall
Let respect y’all know y’all brothers in the back
Man we got to get it together
So what? Ebony let ‘em know
(Let ‘em know…..... get our selves together)
(Huuhuuu…….)

Young players gonna get it together
Young players gonna get it together that’s right that’s right
Young players gonna get it together
Young players gonna get it together (Keep the ghetto theme)

(Keep the ghetto uuh……..)