Lyrics:
fighting this hunger ye
Life is just hard out here
Is hard is hard is hard
My homies are gone
I swear we die young out here
We die young
we die young
thumbing you know that im Running
Bitch cash be coming young nigga im thumbing
Young Trap, niggas still trappin' in the whip
Ain't out here, naked still got
to you
But we still got each other now so here's to all the things we knew
But we're still young
It's never goodbye
And we're still young
And I'm by your
young
I'm doing my thing a young nigga
Tryna get his cake up
(Should I feel bad for what's happening)
Doing what you can't do so you
Niggas out here
pimp
The women fight for my delight
But I'm the grandmaster with the three emcees
That shock the house for the young ladies
And when you come inside,
This song right here,
Is dedicated to the president of the United States of America
Y'all might know him as George Bush
But where I'm from,
You ain't got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with young H-O
International
Show young boys how to do this thing
The maturation of Jay-Z,
You ain't got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with young H-O
International
Show young boys how to do this thing
The maturation of Jay-Z,
Uh-oh, uh-oh
You know how we do it
Weezy and Petey, baby
Ya'know
This here is 500 Degreez
Holla at 'em, dawg
'Cause I know I ain't dreamin'
want static, we get active
I say, "Bitch, let's go to war"
I say, "Better make sure you ready, here they come"
Young man, young man, ohh
What you
drive a young boy wild)
She'll drive you wild hey! Mmm!
Take that thing over here
And park it right beside me
Oh, yeah, c'mon!
But you, oh, baby you know
my ghetto real (ghetto, real)
If you know what I know, nigga
This how we get down, down here, nigga
Down by, nigga, yeah
And if you from down
my ghetto real (ghetto, real)
If you know what I know, nigga
This how we get down, down here, nigga
Down by, nigga, yeah
And if you from down
in my drawers
Holla, woopt, woopt, homie, if you see them laws
I was standin' on the corner **** ****
Tryna make it do what it do
Just another young
involved
A hunnit young niggas involved
A hunnit young niggas involved
I'm bout a check what you into
I be so fly above the rim to
Shorty she good for my
It was just me and nobody else
I was by myself
You ain't eat with me, I was by myself
Flex by myself mama say it's us, nobody else
Mama was here
too
'Cause before I hit the pens I'm gettin' bailed by Clue
Holla back young'n (wooo-wooo)
Holla back (wooo-wooo)
Holla back young'n (wooo-wooo)
bleeding, can't think about sex
Irritated by your Kotex
We don't need to kiss, we don't have to fuck
I'll pull out my dick bitch, you can suck
Now here, don't
don't want you to see me cry)
Yea, You Understand?
(I, I, I, don't want you to see me cry)
This here's real man harsh but hard
If you can't take it
You
just wanna hug you
I know I'm young, but I just wanna rub you
Stand by you, provide for you
Do everything, that you need me too
When you frown, be there
up with Guru, of course
[Big Shug]
Young ladies, fly ladies, young ladies in the house
[Patra]
Bad, bad by law, you no say you're da numba one
young at heart (young at heart)
For as rich as you are
It's much better by far to be young at heart (young at heart)
And if you should survive
.S for a joke
I did no we do t but U.S dropped bombs on Blacks in Oklaho
Black Wall Street 1921
The wealthiest Blacks was murdered by bombs mobs and guns
living play-by-play, day-by-day
No time for her honestly
Unless her face lookin' like a young Sade
'Cause I gotta get it a hundred ways
What you know
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