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I wanna dedicate this one to Robert "yummy" Sanderford
and all tha other little young niggas
that's in tha rush to be gangstas...
As a Young Nigga
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give anythang
to be that innocent again
when I was ten
I didn't bang
but I was hangin with tha homies
till them niggas started slangin'
now they don't know me
I got my hustle on
learned to ignore
what coulda fade me lately i been tryin to make a million
can you blame me with that jelousy they wanna diss me
don't sweat me
if tha cowards really want me
come get me
and even I
someday will die
but i'm cautious up in my ride
put down the top
now we flossin
hit the freeway
let the wind blow
drop the window
workin with a 20 sack a indo
feelin' good
stop through the hood
grab tha young thugs
and I can't help but reminice back when we slung drugs
it was bad
but all we had was our hopes and dreams
couldn't see, unless we learned to slang dope to fiends
Chorus
your the kind of G like everyone knows
He's always G'ed up, from head to toe
[My memories as a young nigga]
always got it flown like Al Capone
He's the kind of G out there, I know
back in Jr. High
when we was barely getting by
when daddy died
that's when my momma started gettin high
my neighborhood was full of drive-bys
couldn't survive
all my 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
then follow me throughout my history
it's just me against the world
stuck in misory
as a young nigga
my only thing is to get paid
life full of riches
avoid snitches cause they shadey
back in the day
we always had the time to play
but after they taught them gangbangers how to spray
not just LA
but in the Bay and 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
Chorus
You're the kind of G like everyone knows
He's always G'ed up, from head to toe
[My memories as a young nigga]
always got it flown like Al Capone
He's the kind of G out there, I know
Bridge
I'm tellin you, if your young, have your brains and have every limb and
all that.....ya'll niggas don't know how good you really do got it.
Motherfuckers need to just calm down and peep what they wanna do for tha rest.
before you end your life, before you begin your life
ya dumb nigga
Now that i'm grown
I got my mind on being something
don't wanna be another statistic
out there doin nothin
tryin to maintain in this dirty game
keep it real and I will
even if it kills me
my young niggas
brake away from these dumb niggas
put down the guns and have some fun nigga
tha rest will come
figure fame is a fast thang
they're gangbangin puttin niggas in a casket
murdered for hangin at tha wrong place at the wrong time
no longer livin
cause he trew up tha wrong sign
and everyday
I watch tha murder rate increase
and even worse
tha eppidemics and diseases
what is the future?
the projects lookin hopless
there, more and more brothas givin up
a don't care
sometimes I hate when brothers act up
I hit tha weed
and I procced to blow the track up
for young niggas
Chorus
your the kind of G like everyone knows
He's always G'ed up, from head to toe
[My memories as a young nigga]
always got it flown like Al Capone
He's the kind of G out there, I know
[repeat chorus overtop of lyrics below]
this goes out to the young thugs
have nots
the little bad motherfuckers from tha block
those niggas that's 13 and 14 and drivin' cadilacs and benzs and shit
young motherfuckin hustlers
stay strong nigga
you could be a fucken accountant not a dope dealer, ya know what i'm sayin?
fuck around and be pimpin put here
you could be a lawyer
niggas gotta get they priorities straight
young niggas, little rah rah, especially my little cousin...
fade chorus out...
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DJ Tiesto : Beautiful things
Got up early, found something's missing
my only name.
No one else sees but I got stuck,
and soon forever came.
Stopped pushing on for just a second, then nothing's changed.
Who am I this time, where's my name?
I guess it crept away.
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No one's calling for me at the door.
And unpredictable won't bother anymore.
And silently gets harder to ignore.
Look straight ahead, there's nothing left to see.
What's done is done, this life has got it's hold on me.
Just let it go, wha-
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t now can never be.
I forgot that I might see,
So many beautful things.
I forgot that I might need,
to find out what life could bring.
Take this happy ending away, it's all the same.
God won't waste this simplicity on possib....
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