I wanna dedicate this one to Robert "yummy" Sanderford

and all tha other little young niggas

that's in tha rush to be gangstas...



As a Young Nigga

[???]

give anythang

to be that innocent again

when I was ten

I didn't bang

but I was hangin with tha homies

till them niggas started slangin'

now they don't know me

I got my hustle on

learned to ignore

what coulda fade me lately i been tryin to make a million

can you blame me with that jelousy they wanna diss me

don't sweat me

if tha cowards really want me

come get me

and even I

someday will die

but i'm cautious up in my ride

put down the top

now we flossin

hit the freeway

let the wind blow

drop the window

workin with a 20 sack a indo

feelin' good

stop through the hood

grab tha young thugs

and I can't help but reminice back when we slung drugs

it was bad

but all we had was our hopes and dreams

couldn't see, unless we learned to slang dope to fiends Chorus

your the kind of G like everyone knows

He's always G'ed up, from head to toe

[My memories as a young nigga]

always got it flown like Al Capone

He's the kind of G out there, I know



back in Jr. High

when we was barely getting by

when daddy died

that's when my momma started gettin high

my neighborhood was full of drive-bys

couldn't survive

all my homies livin short lives

I couldn't cry

told my momma if I did die

just put a blunt in my casket

let me get my dead homies high

then follow me throughout my history

it's just me against the world

stuck in misory

as a young nigga

my only thing is to get paid

life full of riches

avoid snitches cause they shadey

back in the day

we always had the time to play

but after they taught them gangbangers how to spray

not just LA

but in the Bay and Chicago and even St. Louis

every stadium that I go

when will they change?

stuck in the game like a dumb nigga

remember how it was...

to be a young nigga Chorus

You're the kind of G like everyone knows

He's always G'ed up, from head to toe

[My memories as a young nigga]

always got it flown like Al Capone

He's the kind of G out there, I know





Bridge

I'm tellin you, if your young, have your brains and have every limb and

all that.....ya'll niggas don't know how good you really do got it.

Motherfuckers need to just calm down and peep what they wanna do for tha rest.

before you end your life, before you begin your life

ya dumb nigga



Now that i'm grown

I got my mind on being something

don't wanna be another statistic

out there doin nothin

tryin to maintain in this dirty game

keep it real and I will

even if it kills me

my young niggas

brake away from these dumb niggas

put down the guns and have some fun nigga

tha rest will come

figure fame is a fast thang

they're gangbangin puttin niggas in a casket

murdered for hangin at tha wrong place at the wrong time

no longer livin

cause he trew up tha wrong sign

and everyday

I watch tha murder rate increase

and even worse

tha eppidemics and diseases

what is the future?

the projects lookin hopless

there, more and more brothas givin up

a don't care

sometimes I hate when brothers act up

I hit tha weed

and I procced to blow the track up

for young niggas







Chorus

your the kind of G like everyone knows

He's always G'ed up, from head to toe

[My memories as a young nigga]

always got it flown like Al Capone

He's the kind of G out there, I know



[repeat chorus overtop of lyrics below]

this goes out to the young thugs

have nots

the little bad motherfuckers from tha block

those niggas that's 13 and 14 and drivin' cadilacs and benzs and shit

young motherfuckin hustlers

stay strong nigga

you could be a fucken accountant not a dope dealer, ya know what i'm sayin?

fuck around and be pimpin put here

you could be a lawyer

niggas gotta get they priorities straight





young niggas, little rah rah, especially my little cousin...





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