Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Young Brothas, artist - Wu-Syndicate. Date of issue: 19.04.1999
Song language: English
Young Brothas |
| Young brotha, take a look around |
| At the starvation, legal murder |
| Abortion, as the death rate increases |
| Life the ghetto, my peoples |
| Wu-Syndicate, rest in peace |
| all those who didn’t make it all these years |
| Hold your head, grap your umbrellas |
| UFO swarm your city, older cats retire |
| Shorty fantasizing When I grow up, I’ll be the livest |
| Well known threw the high school |
| Little knucklehead, gettin high too |
| Fightin in class, rockin Levi shoes |
| Short ass suit, swing valleys |
| Sayin one day, he’ll be paid lavage |
| Bangin fly Canadian chick named Tamia |
| Saint Gria, fine wine, don doddy, why? |
| Corporate blindsides, the frontlines survive |
| It be down little shorties watching they don’t give a fuck |
| Locked up, now your love caught a lee, now what? |
| Chorus: Myalansky |
| Everything in life, ain’t always what it seems |
| Keep it real with reality, stop the illusion, chasing the dream |
| Many lives lost through the struggle, children cry |
| Look at the stressed mother, family losed a love |
| Young Brotha |
| For all of my young niggas, take this true baby |
| Project long knights move |
| You bitter sweet killers with murder fleets |
| The slaughter hold heat |
| So many drugs, my thugs O.D. |
| Knockin O.D.'s to give at this |
| Wildin out, who’s the livest? |
| Stayin the flyest |
| Ya name ring, iced chain swing |
| Shorties wan’t too much expose to the game of drug sling |
| Not knowin who to trust |
| Lost your mind a long time ago |
| Fuck a nine to five, but yo don’t waste time to blow the fast life |
| Got you livin on the edge, speedballin nigga note the ledge |
| Why you wastin your time, shinin for egg head |
| Night cat, see ya life flash, and get a thrill thuggin |
| Stop frontin, rockin Slot Time caught in the cross bustin |
| Outro |
| Shit is real, all my young brothas |
| East the West coast, Los Angelese, N.Y.C. |
| Much respect to nigga Tony Alfred from Brownsville |
| My man Shawn Harper, all my cats |
| Young Brothas |
| Brown |
| Keep Focus |
| All my niggas that got put through the ground |
| Locked down |
| See where you headin shorty |
| I used to be you |