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Young Niggaz (оригинал 2Pac)

I wanna dedicate this one
To Robert 'Yummy' Sandifer
And all other lil' young niggas
That's in a rush to be gangstas

As a young nigga,
I'm almost swellin' in the wind
Give anything, to be that innocent again,
When I was ten
I didn't bang
But I was hangin with the homies
Til' them niggas started slangin',
Now they don't know me
I got my hustle on,
Learned to ignore what couldn't pay me
Lately I've been tryin to make a bill-ion,
Can you blame me with that jealousy?
They need to miss me,
Don't sweat me
If them cowards really want me,
Come get me, and even I
Someday will die but I'm cautious,
I'm fin' to ride
Put down the top, now we flossin
Hit the freeway,
Let the wind blow, drop the window
Workin with a twenty sack of indo, feelin good
Stop through the hood,
Grab the young thugs
And I can't help but reminisce back
When we slung drugs, know it's bad
But all we had was our hopes and dreams
Couldn't see
Unless we learned to slang dope to fiends
As young niggas

[Hook:]
He's the kind of G like everybody knows
(As a young nigga)
He's always G'd up, from head to toe
(My memories as a young nigga)
He always got it blown like Al Capone
(Young nigga)
He's the downest G I've ever known

Back in Junior High,
When we was barely gettin by,
When daddy died
That's when my momma started gettin high
My neighborhood was full of drivebys,
Couldn't survive
All our homies livin short lives,
I couldn't cry
Told my momma if I did die,
Just put a blunt in my casket
Let me get my dead homies high
Come follow me throughout my history,
It's just me against the world
Stuck in misery, as a young nigga
My only thing was to be paid
Life full of riches avoid snitched
Cause they shady
Back in the days
We always found the time to play
But that's before they taught
Them gangbangers how to spray
Not just L.A.,
But in the Bay and in Chicago
And even St. Louis
Every stadium that I go,
When will they change?
Stuck in the game like a dumb nigga
Remember how it was, to be a young nigga

[Hook:]
He's the kind of G like everybody knows
(As a young nigga)
He's always G'd up, from head to toe
(My memories as a young nigga)
He always got it blown like Al Capone
(Young nigga)
He's the downest G I've ever known

I'm tellin you...
To be young, have your brains
And have every limb and all that
Yo, y'all niggas don't know
How good you really do got it
Muh'fuckers need to just calm down
And peep what the fuck they wanna do
For the rest of the life
'Fore you end your life
Before you BEGIN your life
You dumb nigga

Now that I'm grown,
I got my mind on bein somethin
Don't wanna be another statistic,
Out here doin nuttin
Tryin to maintain in this dirty game,
Keep it real
And I will even if it kills me,
My young niggas
Break away from these dumb niggas
Put down the guns
And have some fun nigga,
The rest'll come nigga
Fame is a fast thang, that gangbangin
Puttin niggas in a casket,
Murdered for hangin
At the wrong place at the wrong time,
No longer livin
Cause he threw up the wrong sign,
And every day
I watch the murder rate increases,
And even worse
The epidemic and diseases,
What is the future?
The projects lookin hopeless,
Where more and more brothers
Givin up and don't care
Sometimes I hate when brothers act up,
I hit the weed
And I proceed to blow the track up,
For young niggas

[Hook:]
He's the kind of G like everybody knows
(As a young nigga)
He's always G'd up, from head to toe
(My memories as a young nigga)
He always got it blown like Al Capone
(Young nigga)
He's the downest G I've ever known

He's the kind of G like everybody knows
He's always G'd up, from head to toe
(Memories as a young nigga)
He always got it blown like Al Capone
He's the downest G I've ever known

This go out to the young thugs,
The have-nots (you know)
Little bad motherfuckers from the block
(That's right)
Them niggas that's thirteen and fourteen
Drivin Cadillacs, Benzes and shit
(I see you boy)
Young motherfuckin hustlers
(Make that money boy)
Stay strong nigga
You could be a fuckin' accountant,
Not a dope dealer
You know what I'm sayin'?
(Go to school nigga, go to school)
Fuck around and, you pimpin' out here
You could be a lawyer (really doe)
Niggas gotta get they priorities straight
(Don't see Johnny Cochran out in this motherfucker)
Really doe... young niggas... little RahRah
(Sup nigga)
Especially my little cousins
Don't be no dumb guy
(Don't be a dumb nigga,
Listen, young niggas)

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