Lyrics:
young g, been on the ends
True he's making them eat they stay loyal to him
He's ain't as rich as he wants but he's getting it in
One day when they was
The one who hand held the game like a PSP
Young, dumb, and vibing on a different frequency
My mind works like what you see off of that DMT
You can catch me
Ducking, brick walls, get thumbtacked
So run laps, for I body you
Bust out the size, like karate shoes, Doc
Turn velcro, when night falls
Central park
mama, I'ma go in with my chin up, grinnin'
(Hey) yeah, I'm a go-getter, a smooth killer
(Yeah, yeah) yeah, I do what it do
Ay, yo, pops, you done
or an MP3
They all said it would set us free
When you could listen to music without a CD
And it seems that times are changing
Since the games that we were
or an MP3
They all said it would set us free
When you could listen to music without a CD
And it seems that times are changing
Since the games that we were
or an MP3
They all said it would set us free
When you could listen to music without a CD
And it seems that times are changing
Since the games that we were
a killer, it took you away
Left me here in sorrow, with so much to say
You were the light that brightened up my day
Now you're gone, and it's hard to find my
parents
Said that this'd be a challenge
But when you different with talent
You make a second lit album
All while you sit in a cubicle
With some chick
If it's stressin' you
We lampin' in the isles
Bring the papers and the Method through
It's family, nigga, break 'em
Just when you thought you had all
fix when we come from broken homes
We was young, black and poor being raised in Detroit
(Raised in Detroit)
You can never learn what a nigga been
it oughta be a crime
When you see I'm comin' holla one-time, holla one-time
When you see I'm comin' holla one-time (one-time)
Young Hov' in
when I prowl 'cross a stage
And by real I mean I'm standing right here in your face
Down to Third Earth chyck in the place
Give you my all go
young niggas
And we hate them too, 38 in him shoe
All the changes the system will take him through
He ain't a killer but he will if you make him do it
(land of the handgun)
Land of the beautiful (home of the shotgun)
Cursed by the hate we throw (You're dead if you ain't got one)
Is this the new
fashion with rap, I'm passionate
Blood start's splashing - your whip
- you dash in it
Said you were packing a mac in the back of it
Kizzy, I'm busy, I'm
a mouthful
We know it took a mouthful
You are young and you are powerful
We know it took a mouthful
We know it took a mouthful
You are young and you are
young blood
I did you can do it too
I know niggaz are like there's no returning when I
Bought that white five-fifth
So white that the coke heads
a man like D-E-E, come on
Come on do you really think I give
Two shit's if you're greazy?
I don't think so
You man ain't seen greazy yet
When my mandem
stressing
Party like there’s no consequences
We gotta live while we can
Before death takes us by the hand
Fuck it we’re young
Fuck it we’re young
Fuck it
things get better for you
'Cause I'ma make things get better for me
And keep it Doggystyle, hottest thing out the LB
The L-L-G wit D-P-G by the sea
We
his gun low and tied down
He reined in his horse and announced to the crowd
"If you speak to me call me Sundown"
His clothes were all dark and fancy
a rut, nigga
Ten toes in the street got you stuck, nigga, what, nigga?
Buck, buck, nigga
Buried your partner just the other day knowin' he was too young
the days of elementary
Now tell me what you need when you see me
I'm stackin G's, buyin all the things on TV, believe me
I got some killers on my payroll,
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