What's up?
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This for the young niggaz
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Wake up in the morning roll a blunt for a nigga bust a teen
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while his face wanting more, laying back to the streets
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money on this mind last night, he can even meet
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Money on his mind he can't even sleep
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Mama think that he can get me out of head
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But if niggas all good, 'cause he got a couple bands
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Bullet 21 so he steppin' the club
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This to say the face wanna be a thug
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Couple cup nigga this despite with the lean gas
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Lose everything my young nigga everybody scream
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Get a little paper now the bitches all on em
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Get a little paper now the bitches all want em,
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Might be a lot of things but he ain't no fool
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Before I kept my young nigga, every work without his tune
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Bloody in the .. and my young rocky
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Going for the deep and get his mother*cking puppet
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Just do the robbers and the jackets, and the killers, and the dealers
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Get the trappers niggas getting going scriller
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But this is for my young niggaz
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This is for my young niggaz
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Now I got it for the hustlers and the busters and the gangstas and the clubbers
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Their ass niggas they suckers,
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But I guess this for my young niggaz
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Doing for my young niggaz.
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For my young niggaz they post it on the block
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For them young niggaz stay move without their glock
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My young niggaz stay rappin' for the hood
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For them young niggaz, I don't suck it no good
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This is for my young nigga alive .. he ain't real there
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But he really .. me shit
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Put him on the case when he ain't really did nothing
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But he gonna take it for the hood
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He ain't ..she like f*ck it,
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We didn't pay it for the love, but the loyal won't shade em
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Call with my name all, we can do and listen
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Twenty years young, he don't wanna go to prison
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15 alive, he like fuck that senses
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And then I ain't even measure that I pay for the lawyer
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Me and psychic and we got playin by the lawyer
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with a life since she can't get ..
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Plus the penis I could ..
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F*ck it he thuggin'
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All these want some bitches and some money
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He can't even lunch with
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He's day one nigga he just wanna keep in touch with
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But remember he ain't even do nothing
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[Hook:]
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.. by the block, stay by glock
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Runnin out the big homies got in workin on the clock
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Wax in the sack game balls in the spot though
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All he want is a bad bitches some off the lights
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My young nigga, he remind me of me
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We ain't up and copin' tryin to come up on the key
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In the club thuggin' going hard for the streets
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Selling soft 'cause them jaze little hard on this feet
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Yeah yeah, just a young nigga post it on the block
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truly in his pants who getting pop with it
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He from the same hood as me we like block brothers
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Stash pussies and then drugs, we see the cops coming
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Ain't really got a fam he like fuck living
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But if he got problems, homies gonna thug with em
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Just beating murder case feeling the touch
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For my young niggaz, don't let nobody fuck
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[Hook:]
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My Young Niggaz
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Young Jeezy |