2 Pac - Young Niggaz Lyrics
I wanna dedicate this one to robert "yummy" sanderfordAnd all tha other little young niggasThat's in tha rush to be gangstas...As a young nigga[???]Give anythangTo be that innocent againWhen i was tenI didn't bangBut i was hangin with tha homiesTill them niggas started slangin'Now they don't know meI got my hustle onLearned to ignoreWhat coulda fade me lately i been tryin to make a millionCan you blame me with that jelousy they wanna diss meDon't sweat meIf tha cowards really want meCome get meAnd even iSomeday will dieBut i'm cautious up in my ridePut down the topNow we flossinHit the freewayLet the wind blowDrop the windowWorkin with a 20 sack a indoFeelin' goodStop through the hoodGrab tha young thugsAnd i can't help but reminice back when we slung drugsIt was badBut all we had was our hopes and dreamsCouldn't see, unless we learned to slang dope to fiendsChorusYour the kind of g like everyone knowsHe's always g'ed up, from head to toe[my memories as a young nigga]Always got it flown like al caponeHe's the kind of g out there, i knowBack in jr. highWhen we was barely getting byWhen daddy diedThat's when my momma started gettin highMy neighborhood was full of drive-bysCouldn't surviveAll my homies livin short livesI couldn't cryTold my momma if i did dieJust put a blunt in my casketLet me get my dead homies highThen follow me throughout my historyIt's just me against the worldStuck in misoryAs a young niggaMy only thing is to get paidLife full of richesAvoid snitches cause they shadeyBack in the dayWe always had the time to playBut after they taught them gangbangers how to sprayNot just laBut in the bay and chicago and even st. louisEvery stadium that i goWhen will they change?Stuck in the game like a dumb niggaRemember how it was...To be a young niggaChorusYou're the kind of g like everyone knowsHe's always g'ed up, from head to toe[my memories as a young nigga]Always got it flown like al caponeHe's the kind of g out there, i knowBridgeI'm tellin you, if your young, have your brains and have every limb andAll that.....ya'll niggas don't know how good you really do got it.Mother*****ers need to just calm down and peep what they wanna do for tha rest.Before you end your life, before you begin your lifeYa dumb niggaNow that i'm grownI got my mind on being somethingDon't wanna be another statisticOut there doin nothinTryin to maintain in this dirty gameKeep it real and i willEven if it kills meMy young niggasBrake away from these dumb niggasPut down the guns and have some fun niggaTha rest will comeFigure fame is a fast thangThey're gangbangin puttin niggas in a casketMurdered for hangin at tha wrong place at the wrong timeNo longer livinCause he trew up tha wrong signAnd everydayI watch tha murder rate increaseAnd even worseTha eppidemics and diseasesWhat is the future?The projects lookin hoplessThere, more and more brothas givin upA don't careSometimes i hate when brothers act upI hit tha weedAnd i procced to blow the track upFor young niggasChorusYour the kind of g like everyone knowsHe's always g'ed up, from head to toe[my memories as a young nigga]Always got it flown like al caponeHe's the kind of g out there, i know[repeat chorus overtop of lyrics below]This goes out to the young thugsHave notsThe little bad mother*****ers from tha blockThose niggas that's 13 and 14 and drivin' cadilacs and benzs and shitYoung mother*****in hustlersStay strong niggaYou could be a *****en accountant not a dope dealer, ya know what i'm sayin?***** around and be pimpin put hereYou could be a lawyerNiggas gotta get they priorities straightYoung niggas, little rah rah, especially my little cousin...Fade chorus out...
