Lyrics Wanna Be Us - Young Trav, Lil Cuete

Wanna Be Us

Number One Gun
Ese Lil Cuete
Let Em Know G
Young Trav — Negative Boys
Eastside Records
PitchBull On The Beat
Kushed Out
Pistol Off Of Safety
I’m Paranoid
Muthafucker Don’t Make Me
Pull The Trigger Back
Call The Coroner
Number 1 Gun
L.C.
The Murderer
I Ain’t Bragging
I’m Just Speaking The Truth
My Click Got Big Guns
Yeah More Than A Few
I’m Quick To Peel Your Cap
Won’t Even Hesitate
I’ll Have A Bad Bitch Driving
As I Get Away
I Got Money
More Than Your Whole Label Does
So What?
I Give A Fuck
Like I’m Makin' Love
Smoke More Bud
Than A Jamaican Club
Have A Bitch Suck Me Up
While I Break It Up
L.C.
I’m A Solid Ass Homie
And I Bet That Your Roll Dog Knows Me
Shouts Out To The Youngsters & The OG’s
Lil Cuete — Young Trav
Fuck The Phonies
Why They Wanna Be Me?
Wanna Gang Bang
Slang, Hang With The G’s
Why They Wanna Be Us?
Always Being Missed
When We Kicking Up Dust
Why They Wanna Be Me?
Wanna Gang Bang
Slang, Hang With The G’s
Why They Wanna Be Us?
Always Being Missed
When We Let The Gat Bust
Rose From The Graveyard
Dead Man Walking
Young Trav Sicko Baby
Still Night Stalkin'
They Don’t Really Know
What They Get Themselves Into
People Like Cool Down Homie
But I Been Cool
City Riverside To The City Norwalk
Love Being Free
Since My Early Days In 4 Block
I’m A Winner
Never Settle For No Loses
Make You Feel Nauseous
Grippin' On Your Crosses
Blow Your Girlfriends Mind
Like A Candle
If She Looking Good
I’m A Fuck & Thats Mando
Young Trav
Yeah They Heard It From The Grapevine
Look Me Up On Facebook
Looking For Some Playtime
Don’t Deny How I Keep It G Status
See Ya When You Slip
Feel Your Face Vanish
Eastside Records
And Them Inner Circle Gangsters
Never Stop Bustin'
Till Empty Out The Chambers