(Young Chris talking) G - I - F - I Get In Where You Fit In, baby You know, roll wit ya boyz Gunnaz!! (Young Chris) Honestly, my favorite type of gear
I'm gone Stretch out my neck bone Minutes left I think about my brother When we was young... Wait I don't have a brother What the fuck? My minds in a
the community reacts Summer tricks, picnic for kids, he gave it back He ain't accept it, grinned and helped the church, clear his debit Wind up helpin' young brothers
I'm from that two-bedroom apartment, Marcy 5-3-4, that middle building, yeah, they say it started me I'm new to it but consider me young Seen it all
You ain't all that that's all I hear, bitch, bitch I ain't nobody's bitch, a bitch is a Soul Train done lost they soul Just call it train 'cause the
for y'all Growin' up on the New York concrete lookin' Like a little snotty dish of prodigy cookin' They called me Little Man all in the boulevard When I was young
my brothers in the game, my brothers Who are out there doin' what they feel they've got to do I wanna ask you one favor, let's let the young kids 10,
Lord's callin me All in me, is what my Outlawz trained me And all in me, is what my brothers gave me And all you see is just another young thug But please
all shapes and sizes Fake to wise, ho don't mistake the height Yeah, you got a downfall in someway or another Tryin' to take out the next young brother
he was as black as you Sweated ya money, it wasn't funny so you did what'cha had to do How many brothers will be taken out by another brother? Give
'cause she always broke And the young girls is dressing more and more sleazy And everybody and their momma talking 'bout O.J. defense To the hoochies in the Hondas and Sentras Young
jivin' across the floor He can play the fool and make a few mistakes But all the same he'll never be a bore I'm glad to be so young talkin' with my tongue
answer to When the pin hits the shell Well, your sister's been blaming everybody And I don't blame her man, I guess I'd do the same If you were my brother
I wish to Lord I'd never been born or died when I was young I never would've seen your sparkling blue eyes or heard your lying tongue All the good times
To build all them young minds Some of us get ghetto at the wrong damn time Album what? We just makin' one at a time To save another brother whose life
They givin ? ? , up to woodsy Manipulatin they minds in the alleyways These dizzy and shitty rats, the sizes of kitty-kats They cross paths when traffic subsides; somewhere Some brothers
the middle of his summer Wouldn't have had to go if it wasn't for his newborn brother He was barely eighteen, murdering people even younger And he still