I wanna dedicate this one to Robert 'Yummy' Sanderford
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and all other lil' young niggaz that's in a rush to be gangstas
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As a young nigga, I'm almost ?swellin? in the wind
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Give anythang, to be that innocent again, when I was ten
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I didn't bang but I was hangin with the homies
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tell them niggaz started slangin that they don't know me
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I got my hustle on, learned to ignore what couldn't pay me
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Lately I've been tryin to make a bill-ion, can you play me
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with that jealousy they need to miss me, don't sweat me
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If them cowards really want me, come get me, and even I
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someday will die but I'm cautious, I'm fin' to ride
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Put down the top, now we flossin
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Hit the freeway, let the wind blow, drop the window
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Workin with a twenty sack of indo, feelin good
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Stop through the hood, grab the young thugs
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And I can't help but reminisce back when we slung drugs, know it's bad
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but all we had was our hopes and dreams
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Couldn't see unless we learned to slang dope to fiends
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as young niggaz
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He's the kind of G like everybody knows
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As a young nigga
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He's always G'd up, from head to toe
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My memories as a young nigga
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Always got it blown like Al Capone
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Young nigga
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He's the downest G I've ever known
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Back in Junior High, when we was barely gettin by, when daddy died
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That's when my momma started gettin high
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My neighborhood was full of drivebys, couldn't survive
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All our homies livin short lives, I couldn't cry
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Told my momma if I did die, just put a blunt in my casket
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let me get my dead homies high
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Come follow me throughout my history, it's just
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_Me Against the World_ stuck in misery; as a young nigga
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My only thing was to be paid
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Life full of riches avoid snitched cause they shady, back in the days
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We always found the time to play,
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but that's before they taught them gangbangers how to spray
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Not just L.A., but in the Bay and in Chicago and even St. Louis
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Every stadium that I go, when will they change?
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Stuck in the game like a dumb nigga
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Remember how it was, to be a young nigga
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He's the kind of G like everybody knows
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As a young nigga
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He's always G'd up, from head to toe
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My memories as a young nigga
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Always got it blown like Al Capone
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Young nigga
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He's the downest G I've ever known
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I'm tellin you..
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.. to be young, have your brains and have every limb and all that
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Yo, y'all niggaz don't know how good you really do got it
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Muh'fuckers need to just calm down
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and peep what the fuck they wanna do for the rest of the life
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'Fore you end your life before you BEGIN your life
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You dumb nigga
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Now that I'm grown, I got my mind on bein somethin
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Don't wanna be another statistic, out here doin nuttin
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Tryin to maintain in this dirty game, keep it real
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and I will even if it kills me, my young niggaz
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break away from these dumb niggaz
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Put down the guns and have some fun nigga, the rest'll come nigga
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Fame is a fast thang, that gangbangin
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puttin niggaz in a casket, murdered for hangin
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at the wrong place at the wrong time, no longer livin
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Cause he threw up the wrong sign, and every day
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I watch the murder rate increases, and even worse
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the epidemic and diseases, what is the future?
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The projects lookin hopeless, where
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more and more borhters givin up and don't care
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Sometimes I hate when brothers act up, I hit the weed
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and I proceed to blow the track up, for young niggaz
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He's the kind of G like everybody knows
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For these young niggaz
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He's always G'd up, from head to toe
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My memories as a young nigga
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He always got it blown like Al Capone
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Take it slow nigga, it's for the young niggaz
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He's the downest G I've ever known
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As a young nigga
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He's the kind of G like everybody knows
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He's always G'd up, from head to toe
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Memories as a young nigga
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He always got it blown like Al Capone
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He's the downest G I've ever known
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['Pac talking overlaps singing last four lines]
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This go out to the young thugs, the have-nots (you know)
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Little bad motherfuckers from the block (that's right)
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Them niggaz that's thirteen and fourteen
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Drivin Cadillacs, Benzes and shit (I see you boy)
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| Young motherfuckin hustlers (make that money b |
