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What's up? This for the young niggaz Wake up in the morning roll a blunt for a nigga bust a teen while his face wanting more, laying back to the streets money on this mind last night, he can even meet Money on his mind he can't even sleep Mama think that he can get me out of head But if niggas all good, 'cause he got a couple bands Bullet 21 so he steppin' the club This to say the face wanna be a thug Couple cup nigga this despite with the lean gas Lose everything my young nigga everybody scream Getting a little paper now the bitches all on em Getting a little paper now the bitches all want em, Might be a lot of things but he ain't no fool So I kept my young nigga work without his tool Dirty in his problems, how my young nigga rocking Sour for the deep and get this motherfucker profit [Chorus] Just do the robbers and the jackets, and the killers, and the dealers Get the trappers niggas getting going scriller But this is for my young niggaz This is for my young niggaz SongtexteNow I got it for the hustlers and the busters and the gangstas and the clubbers Hating ass niggas, gotta suck us, But I guess this for my young niggaz Doing for my young niggaz. For my young niggaz they post it on the block For them young niggaz stay move without their Glock My young niggaz stay rappin' for the hood For them young niggaz, I don't suck it no good This is for my young nigga locked up for something he ain't did But he really locked up for some crime he said Put him on the case when he ain't really did nothing But he gonna take it for the hood He ain't a snitch, he like fuck it, We didn't pay it for the love, but the lawyer bullshit Cool with my nigga, all we can do is listen Twenty years young, he don't wanna go to prison 15 to live, he like fuck that sentence And then I ain't even measure what I pay for the lawyer Me and sidekick, we got played by the lawyer With a life sentence he ain't get conjugal visits Plus, the penis like a ... he reduces Fuck it he thuggin' All these want some bitches and some money He can eat lunch with From day one nigga he just wanna keep in touch with But remember he ain't even do nothing [Chorus] No one haze by the block, stay by glock Runnin out, big homies got in workin on the clock Wax in the sack game balls in the spot All he want is a bad bitches sign him off the lot My young nigga, he remind me of me We ain't up and copin' tryin to come up on the key In the club thuggin' going hard for the streets Selling soft 'cause them jaze little hard on this feet Yeah yeah, just a young nigga post it on the block Truly in his pants who getting pop with it He from the same hood as me we like block brothers Stash pistols and then drugs, we see the cops coming Ain't really got a fam, he like fuck living But if he got problems, homies gonna thug with him Just beating murder case feeling the touch For my young niggaz, don't let nobody fuck with you [Chorus] Aus Songtexte Mania