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Young Nigga

Artist:Z-Ro  Album:Angel Dust 

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When I was young, I had the nuts to pull the trigga And make change, outta five dollar ass niggaz I was a nerd in middle school But by the tenth grade, I was playing in a game that had only four rules Kill or be killed, try not to go to the pen Never rat on nobody, and you can't even trust your best friend Fifteen and five, were the numbers in the kitchen And the day I sold my first ounce, wanted rich high school ain't seen me since then A long way, from making the honor roll Mo City Texas everybody had a weapon, you had to stay up on your toes Drinking forty ounces of brew, and smoking fry You ain't from around here, better get gone or be the next to die Even though my hood ain't a ghetto, ain't nothing friendly here The CPS thought they did me a favor, when they sent me here It wasn't nothing but high class hookers, and murderers And Houston hardhead, kickdo' burglar A two room duplex, with eleven of us living in it Thought we were players, so we kept some mo' of women in it To see if we could run a train on em Always buying new sheets, cause the old ones had too many stains on em We use to jack, for Raiders and Kings starter jackets Throw a broken spark plug through a car window, and then flag it Snatching Rolexes and purses, coming up nonstop Property from home invasions, ended up in pawn shops Taking penitentiary chances, but having fun nigga Back in the old school, as a young nigga Huh yeah, as a young nigga Back in the old school, as a young nigga (2x) When I was young, I had the nuts to pull the trigger Sometimes, I sit and wish I was a kid again When I was young, I had the nuts to pull the trigger Back in the day when I was young, I'm not a kid anymore So now I'm living, in a two man hell 23 hour lockdown, in a two man cell Stuck in the system and one day home, I hope I'll get to go Meanwhile, they talking about shipping me off to Mexico Ain't that a bitch, I can't speak no Spanish But I guess I shoulda thought about that, when I was out there living manish Too busy missing, what grandmother was telling me I'll end up in prison, or somebody would end up smelling me They say you reap what you sew, and that's the truth I planted a rotten seed, and it brought forth forbidden fruit Now I'm like Adam and Eve

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