Lyrics:
I'm a young black king
Now, rise up my young black kings
We all been a young nigga making cash
But tell me, how come the cops took Rash?
(Whoo! Whoo!)
Start by getting the facts straight
Some learn better the hard way.
Whole lot of stress in a book bag
Young boy carry the hard weight.
my story, if I don't tell it, it will never be told
Every man must stand on his own two
I know the grind, germs taught me how to hustle in '02
From
Goin' hard on 'em though
East coast let loose, my nephew, Papoose, he got the juice
So watch the Impala as it swing by and be on the lookout
For them
Yo, I changed my habitat to palm trees from tabernac
Now I'm pullin' playboy bunnies just like a rabbit trap
White boy, looking like an angry
the block, with a guerilla attack
Nigga tell me how you love that, I'ma surviving nigga
That's never gonna turn back, blessed with a tact
To make a nigga
I'm waking in the morning getting my little boy ready for school
I'm combing his hair brushing his teeth and fixing his food
Tommy Hilfiger outfits
check it yo
In this never-ending battle to please
Niggas, magazine writers, MC's
Who request hot shit, I freeze
And tell em where I was rose, we always
and shorties
Stand up (stand up)
Let's get this party on
Let's do this now
Be young and proud
Show 'em how we hold it down
(Get it, get it)
(3 1 2) yeah they
fierce", Man, I'm agasp here
Saddened by acts whose only buzz was gotten from 50 glasses of Pabst beer
Man, I'm stacked like I jacked Sears
After I smack you
hidin', boy
I'm in the loop, you ain't hard to find
Yeah, I got troops that move
Silently at all times i keep sellin' drugs
I keep divin' deeper all
his own life
Left a beautiful wife and baby boy
I may never understand the full measure of a man
But this is what I'd tell him if he was here
Sometimes
keeps
Don't want this money, boy, stay in the streets
I need repentance, I pray on my knees
God, oh please forgive me, yeah (please)
I'm countin'
a bounce in my step
All this water, boy in the corner
I'm feeling like I'm drowning to death
I bend it over, pound her to death
I'll never tell, never
revolver lodged in
My esophagus with one bullet
Eight-millions stories in this world untold
So in my notebook is where I put ‘em
You just a Jr like Cuba
home
When you wanted me to Ma but it's aight
It turned out aight i'm still here
And tell em like If we ain't runnin
Yeah the world suck but hey we ain't
my life on the line, I just walk with it
Shit's unfortunate, I got a voice so I talk with it
Giving my sisters hugs
I tell 'em it's love, can never
you come dey follow me talk
Ogbeni no dey long talk Gucci for the boys shey you sabi hush pup
Everybody wanna form gang gang till we pull up at the bus
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