the steet [Verse 2:] Lost souls with nowhere to go, money mislead her dose But slick game is what mislead the hoes I know I'm young but I got deeper
them Now we all on our grizzly And you got the nerve to press Frisbees What it is "What it is" [Verse 2:] If I'm not home on the range Catch me at
i feel blue lights solid gone savour i got fun, feelings good and bad memories times moved on but i got the same enemies goin all out to a snitch ad 2
live once that's how its cut, So where the weed Young Bleed lets get tore up! [Verse 1: Young Bleed] The ghetto got me givin up no love, tod ya this
better beware where you lay We better not find where you stay) (Ohhhhhh....) [Verse Three: 2Pac] I shoulda saw tha signs I was blinded criminal minds of a young
Girls singing chorus x2] Out there, (out there, out there) In the street you know, (in the street you know) I'm strugglin', (strugglin') Trying to survive
his man up) I walk these streets, think like I got a gun in my hand It's alright if you don't understand Just stay outta my waaaay [Verse 2: Maino] MAINOOOOO
, a teenage black mothafucker from the Compton got thirty bucks and I double it up see them cluckheads I'm yellin' what the fuck up we got planty chips
2 y'all, you know I stop ya Dirty Get Low nigga we gotcha 1, 2 y'all (y'all) uh 1, 2 y'all (y'all) uh 1, 2 y'all (y'all) uh Yea... Yea... Yea [Memphis
Fit to make you dance at the same time Stop and glance Slap flames out the nigga with the wrong idea Young shit with young mind but that quite contraire Young
get all his orders from the Captain General, when I was young I got drafted Sent to the army of Brooklyn those bastards Fallen soldiers my homies lay in caskets They couldn't survive
, but the system is shady Word man they always man, they always tryin to keep a good brother down, but I'm sayin We still, you know we got love for you
the young Frank Matthews the rap version Touch my trap on my smack the gats burstin' Now servin' leave ya face and ya chest and ya back jerkin' Uh--y'all got
T.I.] You got a gator mouth and a hummingbird ass Your mouth writing checks that your ass can't cash 145 and I'm out of your weight class Want to survive
back Nigga fuck that, this the year 2-G Where the toughest muthafucka get left 6-feet deep So don't sleep, cause the scariest nigga'll pull the trigga Put 2
many young are dumb And turn to drugs and be like "fuck an education" The homeless starving, strung out and dying Eating out of garbage cans barely surviving
come home too high to pray, but I get on my bed Lay on my back and meditate, anyway, in the ceilings, the four walls, it's Like cell therapy I got nothing
the berettas to bangin' for cheddar Forever bailin' in my overalls and work- [?] Breakin' jaws Dre'sta the Gangsta, Dub C and the Young Hogs [Young Shane] It's the young