Lyrics:
the T-Streets
I need 3 more for Chris, B and T
I'm a fool with it, just a young elite
Shit, what the Hell? You can't blame me
This the fast life, get your cash
(You know)
(you know listen to me)
Mama help I fell in love with a young girl
(thats true, so true)
(you're the only girl I love to)
My heart was
(You know)
(You know listen to me)
Mama help I fell in love with a young girl
(Thats true, so true)
(You're the only girl I love to)
My
Mango! Bitch
They say they wanna live life
Like some young rich niggas
Let's show these niggas what
The fuck goin' on
Say you wanna live like
Hey, young world
M-murder, fake man
Y'all know the beef from the hood, it'll never
Tell 'em DJ turn it up, turn-turn-turn it up
The bitches,
perfect every gat
Never stepping back cause all I see is drama
Vietnam did you see I'm calmer
Cause I know the outcome when the Outlaws play
Knightmares
Call me Gwnet
Free all the WOEs
You already know
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea
I'm young and doin it yeah
I'm young
cry (cry)
To know that you're gone
Hold on to the memories
Not a day goes by I
Hear a voice saying dry those eyes
'Cause real niggas never die
Who you are,
One Nation under a thug and bullet scar,
Young nation, no revolution and no cause,
One Nation, young, black and dangerous by far,
man (Young Chris)
Keep the change, my nigga, it's too late for that
(Roc in the building)
(Uh, pimp stroll, pop my collar, hug the block, get
of y'all
Keep it real
Deep down I'm inspiring y'all
You know the show biz says don't plan real idiots
My goal is buy land, build businesses
My lawyer
a young player do, what a young playa can
Never trust a bitch
Who don't know where the line is
When you test they ass yeah they gone flip
Tell you it's
the lunch line with a honor roll
You pumpin' iron in the weight room
I'm on the grind got a nine in the weight room
And I never play softball
But I always
know we step up like
Where we from we throw them hands up yea
Some young niggas you know we step up like
To the streets if you niggas understand
If you
and dad but can't hear you
Coz you just whisper
Hold you hostage
Make you dance
Till you feel like Chris Brown
You know I'm a freak
Step by step I take I
Swizzie! Young - Young Gunnaz!
Hey! Man I don't know what they talking about man
I just know that (let's go!)
[Chorus - Swizz Beatz]
It's time
I know everybody remember their first time
No matter how old you are
You gotta remember that very first time you did something man
Ain't nothing
Blow the whistle, baby you're the referee
You put it down like New York City, I never sleep
Wild like Los Angeles, my fantasy (Chris Brown)
Hotter
ever know when it might rain
Streets are gettin' it
You know the streets, they made it mayne
I ain't asked it for nothin', 'cause it don't owe me
explorers
You know what I mean
Yea, you know what I mean
And my friend Mason, while you're kind of young now
Another year here soon, Jesus Christ how
Can
by the way I kiss her
That I wanna be with her
And I'll never once dismiss her
She know what she doing
She got all the clues and
Cold Chris never
soldiers may get alittle bit crazy
maybe even shady and i know sometimes listening to us may make
you hate us but remember were soldiers you could never take
and a Jackson glove
We were so young nothing could get us apart
Not even death
He'll always live in my heart and Auntie
You know there was nothing that I
Wouldn't
to lean on
Remember back whipping the nissian
Had my brother Chris but he gone
I ain't got a choice but to lead on
Never need nothing I did it alone
You
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