Feat. Jeezy
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What's up?
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This for the young niggaz
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Wake up in the morning roll a blunt for a nigga bust a teen
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while his face wanting more, laying back to the streets
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money on this mind last night, he can even meet
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Money on his mind he can't even sleep
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Mama think that he can get me out of head
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But if niggas all good, 'cause he got a couple bands
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Bullet 21 so he steppin' the club
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This to say the face wanna be a thug
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Couple cup nigga this despite with the lean gas
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Lose everything my young nigga everybody scream
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Getting a little paper now the bitches all on em
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Getting a little paper now the bitches all want em,
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Might be a lot of things but he ain't no fool
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So I kept my young nigga work without his tool
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Dirty in his problems, how my young nigga rocking
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Sour for the deep and get this motherfucker profit
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[Chorus]
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Just do the robbers and the jackets, and the killers, and the dealers
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Get the trappers niggas getting going scriller
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But this is for my young niggaz
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This is for my young niggaz
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Now I got it for the hustlers and the busters and the gangstas and the clubbers
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Hating ass niggas, gotta suck us,
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But I guess this for my young niggaz
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Doing for my young niggaz.
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For my young niggaz they post it on the block
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For them young niggaz stay move without their Glock
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My young niggaz stay rappin' for the hood
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For them young niggaz, I don't suck it no good
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This is for my young nigga locked up for something he ain't did
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But he really locked up for some crime he said
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Put him on the case when he ain't really did nothing
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But he gonna take it for the hood
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He ain't a snitch, he like fuck it,
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We didn't pay it for the love, but the lawyer bullshit
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Cool with my nigga, all we can do is listen
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Twenty years young, he don't wanna go to prison
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15 to live, he like fuck that sentence
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And then I ain't even measure what I pay for the lawyer
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Me and sidekick, we got played by the lawyer
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With a life sentence he ain't get conjugal visits
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Plus, the penis like a ... he reduces
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Fuck it he thuggin'
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All these want some bitches and some money
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He can eat lunch with
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From day one nigga he just wanna keep in touch with
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But remember he ain't even do nothing
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[Chorus]
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No one haze by the block, stay by glock
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Runnin out, big homies got in workin on the clock
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Wax in the sack game balls in the spot
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All he want is a bad bitches sign him off the lot
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My young nigga, he remind me of me
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We ain't up and copin' tryin to come up on the key
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In the club thuggin' going hard for the streets
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Selling soft 'cause them jaze little hard on this feet
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Yeah yeah, just a young nigga post it on the block
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Truly in his pants who getting pop with it
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He from the same hood as me we like block brothers
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Stash pistols and then drugs, we see the cops coming
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Ain't really got a fam, he like fuck living
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But if he got problems, homies gonna thug with him
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Just beating murder case feeling the touch
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For my young niggaz, don't let nobody fuck with you
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[Chorus]
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My Young Niggaz
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