tough to lose this game. 'Cause you are young you will always be so strong . . . 'Cause you are young you will always be so strong . . . 'Cause you are young
(You got to hold your head) How do we get ahead (Hold your head) Too many young black brothers are dying (You got to hold your head) Living fast, too
for you Tell you to take cover I'll swing and hit for you Get stitched up, come back and spit for you Bring hot heads that make the shit for you Ride
, ah, what's up? Now your eyes swoll' Thought I went soft, 'cause my records went gold (Sucker) Buster, you're a muthafuckin' punk fool Caught you in your eye, while you reached for your tool Now it's mine, and you
the ghetto that?s my life You see that house on the lake it?s for the kids and the wife You can test me if you wanna 'Cause I be dumpin' niggas off from
the hell are you?" I'm Doc, I bring heat like number 32 Brick city ****, yeah, yeah, a rider La-La-La, don't steal my damn lighter See, I'm on point, never catch
you You got rhymes? Well I got more I take you on a trip to my rappin' store You find rhymes and raps, poems and caps Way more raps than any rapper could rap 'Cause
Make sure them young boys respect your name Keep your head at arms, reached, cocked and ready 'Cause the streets'll catch you slippin', rock you steady
Don't make me have you in the trauma center With you momma crying 'cause her only son is dying She just don't know it's just your karma catching up 'Cause
all of y'all who take a fucking L You think you're able to win? You better chill cause you never will, you ain't and you never been You can't faze me
me young thug this is some advice you do a snake you be payin' the price catch you at the dice game blow you out the frame crack cheater, cause my niggaz
) Yo, Listen to me young thug, this is some advice You do a snake, you be payin' the price Catch you at the dice game, blow you out the frame Crack cheater
a** shook And walk around with lipstick, and a pocketbook You all in b****, sit down when you piss Sweet a**, you a h**, watch I blow you a kiss To my
nuts hang Nigga, duck down, buck first, make 'em feel somethin Shouldn't [unverified] if you ain't kill nuttin? You didn't kill me now you gotta face a young
't care, I'm know I'm there Twenty years old and about to be a millionaire What you think, 'cause Mase be young, Mase be dumb And if you get Mase strung
/c now maybe I'll scoop you up, You shoot back at the two two six, and I'll shoot you up, Boot you up, let the mortuary suit you up, You dead and gone
up, we hustlin' Vision my nigga now get in where you fit in And see prison, as just the high cost of livin' the life Ante up 'cause if you blow the dice