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strapped


For protection in ya section, I be flexin' a slug and brain connection

Young niggaz stay strapped
For the robbas, and the jackas, and the sneak
Die young, stay pretty
Die young, stay pretty
Deteriorate in your own time
Tell 'em you're dead and wither away

Are you living alone or with
[Jacka]
You know these whodies be askin'
Uni Mack 10
Can I be your bitch [can I be your bitch]
Naw, you can be my ho
I put you on a track
Die young, stay pretty
Die young, stay pretty
Deteriorate in your own time
Tell 'em you're dead and wither away
Are you living alone or with your
the reaper to arrive?
Or just to die by the hand of love?
Love for youth, love for youth
So, die young and stay pretty

Leave only the best behind
the reaper to arrive?
Or just to die by the hand of love?
Love for youth, love for youth
So, die young and stay pretty

Leave only the best behind
You see a small bank in the cuts hold it up
'cause a nigga like me snorted out to get high 
Fell in love with it had to stop fo' I die 
Young nigga
the reaper to arrive?
Or just to die by the hand of love?
Love for youth, love for youth
So, die young and stay pretty

Leave only the best behind
a battle cry
Are we all too young to die?
Ask a reason and no reply
Are we all too young to die?

Making a living
Making a killing
What's worth forgiving?
young gunnas in the truck with it
Sigel would've loved it, Philly would've fucked with it
California state property you niggas stuck with it
Brrrring,
Oh my, I'm gonna die, send my soul to the by and by
I can't breathe, I'm gonna be pushin' up a daisy 'fore the old gets me
She's so fine, matter
gonna die young, we're gonna die young
We're gonna die young

All of [?] so extra small to astronauts
You can [?] the tangle, that is numb by your [?]
a thing, but I'mma still let the ice show
Psycho, light, no, It's all about survival
The good die young, them suckas got nine lives though
Niggas makin'
your eyes
You didn't know the way

All die young
When love is love and when you are young
All die young
When love is love and when you are young
Bring him home.

He's like the son I might have known
If God had granted me a son.
The summers die
One by one
How soon they fly
On and on
And I am old
Bring him home

He's like the son I might have known
If God had granted me a son
The summer's die one by one
How soon they fly on and on
Before I'm old
Bring him home
Bring him home

He's like the son I might have known
If God had granted me a son.
The summers die
One by one
How soon they fly
to rock 'n' roll
But he's too young to die
Yes, he's too old to rock 'n' roll
But he's too young to die

He once owned a Harley Davidson
And a triumph
The Lynch mob gathered in the square across from the jail
Young Billy watched them from his cell and felt his courage fail
Bill swore he wasn't
Young drifting light
Drift on by
Shine on me
Then pass me by
Pour me out
Then leave me cold
And when I die
Into your light

Uh uh uh
Uh uh
on guilty beds

Fall asleep
Don't fall asleep
Don't fall asleep

They lied when they said that the good die young
They lied when they said the good die
on guilty beds

Fall asleep
Don't fall asleep
Don't fall asleep

They lied when they said that the good die young
They lied when they said the good die
Just a baby
On a doorstep
It's how they found me
Cold and hungry
Raised on hatred
Fed by strangers
As a young girl
I often wondered
young then to be close to the earth
And to stand by your wife at the moment of birth
(A time just for plantin' a time just for plaughin'
A time just
fuckin wit me

[Young Jeezy]
I hit the clown in the dirt
Jump on the top wit a drop that nigga down in the dirt
The first nigga quick to get it first