Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Young Niggaz, artist - 2Pac. Album song Me Against The World, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1994
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Interscope
Song language: English
Young Niggaz |
I wanna dedicate this one to Robert «Yummy» Sandifer |
And all other lil' Young Niggas that’s in a rush to be gangstas |
As a Young nigga, I’m almost runnin' in the wind |
Give anything, to be that innocent again, when I was ten |
I didn’t bang but I was hangin' with the homies |
'Til them niggas started slangin', now they don’t know me |
I got my hustle on, learned to ignore what couldn’t pay me |
Lately I’ve been tryin' to make a million, can you blame me? |
With that jealousy they need to miss me, don’t sweat me |
If them cowards really want me, come get me, and even I |
Someday will die but I’m cautious, I’m fin' to ride |
Put down the top, now we flossin' |
Hit the freeway, let the wind blow, drop the window |
Workin' with a twenty sack of indo, feelin' good |
Stop through the hood, grab the young thugs |
And I can’t help but reminisce back when we slung drugs, though it’s bad |
But all we had was our hopes and dreams |
Couldn’t see unless we learned to slang dope to fiends |
As young niggas |
He’s the kind of G like everybody knows |
(As a young nigga) |
He’s always G’d up, from head to toe |
(My memories as a young nigga) |
Always got it blown like Al Capone |
(Strung nigga) |
He’s the downest G I’ve ever known |
Back in Junior High, when we was barely gettin' by, when daddy died |
That’s when my momma started gettin' high |
My neighborhood was full of drive-bys, couldn’t survive |
All our homies livin' short lives, I couldn’t cry |
Told my momma if I did die, just put a blunt in my casket |
Let me get my dead homies high |
Come follow me throughout my history, it’s just |
Me against the world stuck in misery; |
as a young nigga |
My only thing was to be paid |
Life full of riches avoid snitches cause they shady, back in the days |
We always found the time to play |
But that’s before they taught them gangbangers how to spray |
Not just L.A., but in the Bay and in Chicago and even St. Louis |
Every stadium that I go, when will they change? |
Stuck in the game like a dumb nigga |
Remember how it was, to be a young nigga |
He’s the kind of G that everybody knows |
(As a young nigga) |
He’s always G’d up, from head to toe |
(My memories as a young nigga) |
Always got it blown like Al Capone |
(young nigga) |
He’s the downest G I’ve ever known |
I’m tellin' you—to be young, have your brains and have every limb and all |
that—yo, y’all niggas don’t know how good you really do got it |
Muh’fuckers need to just calm down |
And peep what the fuck they wanna do for the rest of the life |
'Fore you end your life before you begin your life |
You dumb nigga |
Now that I’m grown, I got my mind on bein' somethin' |
Don’t wanna be another statistic, out here doin' nuttin |
Tryin' to maintain in this dirty game, keep it real |
And I will even if it kills me, my Young Niggas |
Break away from these dumb niggas |
Put down the guns and have some fun nigga, the rest’ll come figure |
Fame is a fast thang, that gangbangin' |
Puttin' niggas in a casket, murdered for hangin' |
At the wrong place at the wrong time, no longer livin' |
Cause he threw up the wrong sign, and every day |
I watch the murder rate increases, and even worse |
The epidemic and diseases, what is the future? |
The projects lookin' hopeless, where |
More and more brothers givin' up and don’t care |
Sometimes I hate when brothers act up, I hit the weed |
And I proceed to blow the track up, for young niggas |
He’s the kind of G like everybody knows |
(for the young niggas) |
He’s always G’d up, from head to toe |
(My memories as a young nigga) |
Always got it blown like Al Capone |
(this for nigga., this for the young nigga) |
He’s the downest G I’ve ever known |
He’s the kind of G like everybody knows |
He’s always G’d up, from head to toe |
He always got it blown like Al Capone |
He’s the downest G I’ve ever known |
This go out to the young thugs, the have-nots (you know) |
Little bad motherfuckers from the block (that's right) |
Them niggas that’s thirteen and fourteen |
Drivin' Cadillacs, Benzes and shit (I see you boy) |
Young motherfuckin' hustlers (make that money boy) |
Stay strong nigga |
You could be a fuckin' accountant, not a dope dealer |
You know what I’m sayin'? |
(Go to school nigga, go to school) |
Fuck around and, you pimpin' out here |
You could be a lawyer (really doe) |
Niggas gotta get they priorities straight |
(Don't see Johnny Cochran out in this motherfucker) |
Really doe. |
Young Niggas. |
little RahRah |
(sup nigga) Especially my little cousins don’t be no dumb guy |
(Don't be a dumb nigga, listen, young niggas) |