Lyrics:
Yeah, that's right, so you can do it too.
Young brothers, I hope this inspires you.
German:
Yooo, ai!
Wahre Männlichkeit
Verliere niemals die Nerven
do
How come all the good people gotta die young
And I'm still breathing so what have I done
Maybe it's the smoke all up in my lungs
Maybe it's my
One thing you have to realize
If you opened them up
There would be a stamp under their shirt that
Says 'Made in America" ok, not no place else
They
the old Logic, the one that flow like a faucet
I'm still the same me, they just don't believe it like they Agnostic
If I spit over the Boom-Bap, then they
above, to heaven I ascend
Die, die
I hate to see a waste of life
Die, die
The die is cast, the time is right
Die, die
I hate to see a waste of life
Die
is pray but my words ain't enough
I'm getting disappointed so fast that
If I add thrust to my plane going up i'd be jet-lagged
If i'm gonna carry this
(That's right)
My young G's puttin' in work with his borer
Causin' trauma, I was so surprised (Ayy)
Slim got four for the price of one
Tell your friends
I'm like, "How many man got fried?" (How many?)
T1's on the wing, just got done the opp, done it so disguised (that's right)
My young G's puttin' in
[Young Buck:]
Why?
These Niggas Want Me Dead
[D-Tay:]
Betta' Watch Yo Step
[Young Buck:]
Puttin' Prices On My Head
[D-Tay:]
'cause I Cock My
We're only here to die
Save me
I'm losing my only dream
I can use some guiding light
Some place to go
If you hear me let me know
If you hear me
my family on I cannot die young yeah
I won't die young
Tryna get rich by this summer I gotta run up them racks
I was just down on my ass Gotta secure
Met you one summer
I love you, now my people about to know you
Fly
Let a young man fly
Before that young man die
And they all put one in the sky
Let
Born in the middle of a crack storm
Lil nigga barely 15 with straps on em
To young to cast a vote but got a pack on em
Bands on em, by the rack
even make a sound if I scream
If I scream yeah
If I call out your name will you be there
Or you just another poltergeist
Cross my heart and hope to die
writing rhymes
Til they capture this
And if we die let the world understand why
Soldier my eyes hate to see a young thug cry
They seeing us inside
writing rhymes
Til they capture this
And if we die let the world understand why
Soldier my eyes hate to see a young thug cry
They seeing us inside
high
Tell me young soul are you ready to die
Come here, young soul
The devil got a bargain
No Likes, mentions yeah I know you starvin'
It's only gonna
gotta die, oh so young
Die by the bullet when they live by the gun
Why I always gotta roll with a face on my shirt
Gotta keep it on me they ain’t taking
the mask
We must accept them if we’re honest
And if I die, I thank the Lord for setting my task
When I was young, I asked my Papa
What does it take to be
the night is still young
Fuck with you they sitting ducks
Riding till i die i'm a real one
Got my attention hut hut
Prepare for impact clutch buckle up
Zoom
its the M-A-S to tha are-P
A young nigga tryin live in these ghetto streets
would I die, would I roll, would i retire young,
would a nigga get paid
but picture me a third ward nigga ballin'
a house on the lake and one on the hill
imagine in a ferrari worth millions in dollar bills
if the game
but picture me a third ward nigga ballin'
a house on the lake and one on the hill
imagine in a ferrari worth millions in dollar bills
if the game
the street, they die young
Gun play everyday, they pull the trigger no delay
Two of my young niggas died by the gun
Mother saying prayer for her son, he died
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