| Ray Ray: So what’s up Lil J?
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| Lil J: We down Ray Ray
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| Ray Ray: So what set you claiming?
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| Lil J: Claiming Hoover and South Shores
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| We down with 32's in most quads, straight like that
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| Ray Ray: Straight like that huh?
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| We grew up as friends, we was 10, lil' niggas on the block
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| He ain’t have his own basketball, so we shared my rock
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| His mama was a fiend, he ain’t heard from his pops
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| He used to share my clothes with him all the way down to his socks
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| He would spend the night, that one night would turn into a week
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| At least until his mama got back on her feet and she never did
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| So he moved in with me, my mama, and my sisters
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| Couldn’t let him go to foster care 'cause she ain’t trust the system
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| So she took care of him like he was me
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| Gave us everythin' she could back when shit was all good
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| Just some young niggas
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| We was just some young niggas
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| We was just some young niggas
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| Niggas turned 12 in '92, we was headed to the 7th grade
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| Runnin' 'round, stealin' cars, dreamin' about the better days
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| Duckin' strays, catchin' fades, tryna make it through this maze
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| Teachers out here smokin' J’s and wonder why we misbehave
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| Same book, different page, another year, different age
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| Cross colors, colors cross, bows turnin' into fades
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| He started Crippin', I started Bloodin'
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| Now we walkin' through the halls of school like we don’t even know each other
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| Young niggas
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| Young niggas, out in these streets
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| We was just some young niggas
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| All in these streets to feed
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| Young niggas
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| Lord knows I don’t want no enemies, yeah
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| Young niggas in these, ohh
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| Started off as brothers but sometimes shit fall apart
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| How can I hate this nigga with all this love up in my heart
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| With this nigga mean muggin' every time we in the class
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| Nigga tuck that blue rag or I’ma beat your fuckin' ass
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| Guess my mind gone
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| Caught him after school, he ain’t had no ride home
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| Still got that rag hangin', that’s what got him fired on
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| He pulled the strap, so I pistol whipped him with the chrome
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| Wasn’t tryna kill him, coulda pulled the trigger, I was just a
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| Young nigga
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| Young niggas, out in these streets
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| Just a young nigga
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| All in these streets to feed
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| Just a young nigga
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| Lord knows I don’t want no enemies, yeah
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| I was just a young nigga
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| Young niggas in these, ohh
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| Whopped my nigga ass, he ain’t take it on the chin
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| Rumor startin' to spread, I guess it’s on when I see him
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| Two weeks pass and graduation came around
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| I was walkin' through the choir, .45 under my gown
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| Had to take a leak, so I headed to the bathroom
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| Corner of my eye, seen him comin' out of the class room
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| We exchange words, so I cocked the 45th
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| He shot, I shot back, thank God I ain’t get hit
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| But damn I miss my young nigga
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| Young niggas, out in these streets
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| Just a young nigga
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| All in these streets to feed
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| Just a young nigga
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| Lord knows I don’t want no enemies, yeah
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| Young niggas in these, ohh
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| Young niggas
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| Young niggas
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| Young niggas
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| I ain’t the one nigga
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| Damn I miss my young niggas |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Young Niggas , by - The Game. Song from the album 1992, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп