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Testi-musica-canzoni.it > Testi lettera T > Tupac > Me Against the World - Young NiggazI wanna dedicate this one to Robert 'Yummy' Sanderfordand all other lil' young niggaz that's in a rush to be gangstasAs a young nigga, I'm almost ?swellin? in the windGive anythang, to be that innocent again, when I was tenI didn't bang but I was hangin with the homiestell them niggaz started slangin that they don't know meI got my hustle on, learned to ignore what couldn't pay meLately I've been tryin to make a bill-ion, can you play mewith that jealousy they need to miss me, don't sweat meIf them cowards really want me, come get me, and even Isomeday will die but I'm cautious, I'm fin' to ridePut down the top, now we flossinHit the freeway, let the wind blow, drop the windowWorkin with a twenty sack of indo, feelin goodStop through the hood, grab the young thugsAnd I can't help but reminisce back when we slung drugs, know it's badbut all we had was our hopes and dreamsCouldn't see unless we learned to slang dope to fiendsas young niggaz He's the kind of G like everybody knowsAs a young nigga He's always G'd up, from head to toeMy memories as a young nigga Always got it blown like Al CaponeYoung nigga He's the downest G I've ever knownBack in Junior High, when we was barely gettin by, when daddy diedThat's when my momma started gettin highMy neighborhood was full of drivebys, couldn't surviveAll our homies livin short lives, I couldn't cryTold my momma if I did die, just put a blunt in my casketlet me get my dead homies highCome follow me throughout my history, it's just_Me Against the World_ stuck in misery; as a young niggaMy only thing was to be paidLife full of riches avoid snitched cause they shady, back in the daysWe always found the time to play,but that's before they taught them gangbangers how to sprayNot just L.A., but in the Bay and in Chicago and even St. LouisEvery stadium that I go, when will they change?Stuck in the game like a dumb niggaRemember how it was, to be a young nigga He's the kind of G like everybody knowsAs a young nigga He's always G'd up, from head to toeMy memories as a young nigga Always got it blown like Al CaponeYoung nigga He's the downest G I've ever knownI'm tellin you.... to be young, have your brains and have every ? and all thatYo, y'all niggaz don't know how good you really do got itMuh'fuckers need to just calm downand peep what the fuck they wanna do for the rest of the life'Fore you end your life before you BEGIN your lifeYou dumb niggaNow that I'm grown, I got my mind on bein somethinDon't wanna be another statistic, out here doin nuttinTryin to maintain in this dirty game, keep it realand I will even if it kills me, my young niggazbreak away from these dumb niggazPut down the guns and have some fun nigga, the rest'll come niggaFame is a fast thang, that gangbanginputtin niggaz in a casket, murdered for hanginat the wrong place at the wrong time, no longer livinCause he threw up the wrong sign, and every dayI watch the murder rate increases, and even worsethe epidemic and diseases, what is the future?The projects lookin hopeless, wheremore and more borhters givin up and don't careSometimes I hate when brothers act up, I hit the weedand I proceed to blow the track up, for young niggaz He's the kind of G like everybody knowsFor these young niggaz He's always G'd up, from head to toeMy memories as a young nigga He always got it blown like Al CaponeTake it slow nigga, it's for the young niggaz He's the downest G I've ever knownAs a young nigga He's the kind of G like everybody knows He's always G'd up, from head to toeMemories as a young nigga He always got it blown like Al Capone He's the downest G I've ever known['Pac talking overlaps singing last four lines]This go out to the young thugs, the have-nots (you know)Little bad motherfuckers from the block (that's right)Them niggaz that's thirteen and fourteenDrivin Cadillacs, Benzes and shit (I see you boy)Young motherfuckin hustlers (make that money boy)Stay strong niggaYou could be a fuckin accountant, not a dope dealeryouknowhatI'msayin? (Go to school nigga, go to school)Fuck around and, you pimpin out hereYou could be a lawyer (really doe)Niggaz gotta get they priorities straight(Don't see Johnny Cochran out in this motherfucker)Really doe.. young niggaz.. little RahRah(sup nigga) Especially my little cousins don't be no dumb guy(Don't be a dumb nigga, listen, young niggaz)* singers freestyle and skat to the end of the song *more
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