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2Pac - Young Niggaz lyrics
I wanna dedicate this one to Robert 'Yummy' Sanderford and all other lil' young niggaz that's in a rush to be gangstas As a young nigga, I'm almost ?swellin? in the wind Give anythang, to be that innocent again, when I was ten I didn't bang but I was hangin with the homies tell them niggaz started slangin that they don't know me I got my hustle on, learned to ignore what couldn't pay me Lately I've been tryin to make a bill-ion, can you play me with that jealousy they need to miss me, don't sweat me If them cowards really want me, come get me, and even I someday will die but I'm cautious, I'm fin' to ride Put down the top, now we flossin Hit the freeway, let the wind blow, drop the window Workin with a twenty sack of indo, feelin good Stop through the hood, grab the young thugs And I can't help but reminisce back when we slung drugs, know it's bad but all we had was our hopes and dreams Couldn't see unless we learned to slang dope to fiends as young niggaz He's the kind of G like everybody knows As a young nigga He's always G'd up, from head to toe My memories as a young nigga Always got it blown like Al Capone Young nigga He's the downest G I've ever known Back in Junior High, when we was barely gettin by, when daddy died That's when my momma started gettin high My neighborhood was full of drivebys, couldn't survive All our homies livin short lives, I couldn't cry Told my momma if I did die, just put a blunt in my casket let me get my dead homies high Come follow me throughout my history, it's just _Me Against the World_ stuck in misery; as a young nigga My only thing was to be paid Life full of riches avoid snitched cause they shady, back in the days We always found the time to play, but that's before they taught them gangbangers how to spray Not just L.A., but in the Bay and in Chicago and even St. Louis Every stadium that I go, when will they change? Stuck in the game like a dumb nigga Remember how it was, to be a young nigga He's the kind of G like everybody knows As a young nigga He's always G'd up, from head to toe My memories as a young nigga Always got it blown like Al Capone Young nigga He's the downest G I've ever known I'm tellin you.. .. to be young, have your brains and have every ? and all that Yo, y'all niggaz don't know how good you really do got it Muh'fuckers need to just calm down and peep what the fuck they wanna do for the rest of the life 'Fore you end your life before you BEGIN your life You dumb nigga Now that I'm grown, I got my mind on bein somethin Don't wanna be another statistic, out here doin nuttin Tryin to maintain in this dirty game, keep it real and I will even if it kills me, my young niggaz break away from these dumb niggaz Put down the guns and have some fun nigga, the rest'll come nigga Fame is a fast thang, that gangbangin puttin niggaz in a casket, murdered for hangin at the wrong place at the wrong time, no longer livin Cause he threw up the wrong sign, and every day I watch the murder rate increases, and even worse the epidemic and diseases, what is the future? The projects lookin hopeless, where more and more borhters givin up and don't care Sometimes I hate when brothers act up, I hit the weed and I proceed to blow the track up, for young niggaz He's the kind of G like everybody knows For these young niggaz He's always G'd up, from head to toe My memories as a young nigga He always got it blown like Al Capone Take it slow nigga, it's for the young niggaz He's the downest G I've ever known As a young nigga He's the kind of G like everybody knows He's always G'd up, from head to toe Memories as a young nigga He always got it blown like Al Capone He's the downest G I've ever known ['Pac talking overlaps singing last four lines] This go out to the young thugs, the have-nots (you know) Little bad motherfuckers from the block (that's right) Them niggaz that's thirteen and fourteen Drivin Cadillacs, Benzes and shit (I see you boy) Young motherfuckin hustlers (make that money boy) Stay strong nigga You could be a fuckin accountant, not a dope dealer youknowhatI'msayin? (Go to school nigga, go to school) Fuck around and, you pimpin out here You could be a lawyer (really doe) Niggaz gotta get they priorities straight (Don't see Johnny Cochran out in this motherfucker) Really doe.. young niggaz.. little RahRah (sup nigga) Especially my little cousins don't be no dumb guy (Don't be a dumb nigga, listen, young niggaz) [singers freestyle and skat to the end of the song |
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