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Die Young Carried By Visions

Krayzie: This is my family. This is my family, my family. Bizzy: Thug lovesick, my hood is in drug prison. The end is my mission, we heatin' shit. Why vision

he didn't Then you turn into robin on me You start to give in Get it By the beach watchin tennis Crack anotha bottle of Perrion LouieV carry on's when

hot for me The projects is full of bullets, the bodies is dropping There ain't no stopping me, constantly moving while making millions Witnessing killings, leaving dead bodies in abandoned buildings Carries

let it be, we shall fulfill our destiny My Art Club [uncredited spoken word poet forms the song's outro] The current show was called, "Art Hurts: Visions From Young

straight lunatic making all these bitches Niggas hear their final tick But that don't mean my minds sick Just 'cause I'm motivated by a lot of cheese When trees by

, 'cause I outblast anybody you bring Young, you got it the prophet I told yall niggas then I showed yall niggas You can't knock it Don't get carried

stand so close vision burners with ice blingers Respect my whole squad no you can't even touch us 'cuz Role out the red carpet high five to show us love Carry

I'm still in the mix One of the many young policin breathers knockin out sequence Life's a l-o-t-t-o, carry a switch for self-defense Rappers try to

change, yo, could never though be without you, yo It's strange when I want it to rain On my best friend's grooming, we all had visions of you We broke