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Jim Jones
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Young 'N' Thuggin (feat. TravMBB & Philthy Rich)
Only still niggas gonna relate to that Real shit, real shit, real shit
[Hook:] I go full of struggle daddy where's my mother? Young N thuggin and you can't tell me nothing You got missed the warm and niggas that's my brothers Young N thuggin and you can't tell me nothing Before a nigga snitch I would rather suffer Young N thuggin and you can't tell me nothing I can't love the hoe, I can't be no coffin Young N thuggin and you can't tell me nothing
Was it the only kid, I was the oldest kid, I never had a bro No daddy home, he was never there because I had my mother And we had the gutter, playin' games hot pees and butter We played no games and it was okay for drop beans butter (see that?) Inside need the butter, no jelly dope (not at all) And we was making bread of selling blow, I mean a cold day before I help a hoe, PR shit I'm a product of what product does When you're making money over lot of drugs When you sending it that's a lot of slut So Lord help us, (pray for us) 'cause we [?]kid (fuck that) 'Cause when we go wrong I mean wants to blame for what Americas did (fuck that) I tried to acknowledge (fuck that), no politics From my position my politicians back holla tips.
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Gotta feelin' like old dog, no talkin' we true shit Got to let it in the kay right now, ny nigga we comin' we true shit Young nigga we ruthless, bust the guns is my campaign Get your matter for the same price champagne, Oh man, young nigga gotta do it to a grown man Crib it to a nigga win it like a grown man Four four, crib get the same ya'll My niggas get the problem like a pitbulll Phone call kill a nigga more croon, Hurse had it in, put it in the winter Yeah, money it feel my mind My nigga I've been on my grind My niggas they're coming they test me your ass like you was just fine
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I say a [?]when I met pops I was a grown man when I met pops Streets taught a nigga everything, no father figure no steps pops [?]when I jumped off, when I'm talking 'bout that post thing Nowadays they still the keys coking We riding round that post thing My old man was a dead beater He used to whip the coke with the [?]beat Tried off in that tougher [?]two hands on and let it hit the L He's older some but I ain't the jillian He gave us a name for my little brother Mom's had for other kids, wasn't roll mile to my little brothers He wears fifty for the mick J's, 500 for that mic kay He won't charge nothing for the new kays Been locked up for the pistol, Been locked up for the cocaine Still screaming up fuck the other side Big L on my big chain Just feel me.
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