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