Wu-Syndicate
Wu-Syndicate - Young Brothas songtekst
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Intro: Myalansky [Joe Mafia] Young brotha, take a look around [All ya young niggas] At the starvation, legal murder [watch yourself blood] Abortion, as the death rate increases [I feel for you son] Life the ghetto, my peoples [word up, what up all ya niggas] Wu-Syndicate, rest in peace all those who didn't make it all these years [Stop] Hold your head, grap your umbrellas [Word] [Myalansky] UFO swarm your city, older cats retire Shorty fantasizing "When I grow up, I'll be the livest" Well known threw the high school Little knucklehead, gettin high too Fightin in class, rockin Levi shoes Short ass suit, swing valleys Sayin one day, he'll be paid lavage Bangin fly Canadian chick named Tamia Saint Gria, fine wine, don doddy, why? Corporate blindsides, the frontlines survive It be down little shorties watching they don't give a fuck Locked up, now your love caught a lee, now what? Chorus: Myalansky Everything in life, ain't always what it seems Keep it real with reality, stop the illusion, chasing the dream Many lives lost through the struggle, children cry Look at the stressed mother, family losed a love Young Brotha For all of my young niggas, take this true baby [Joe Mafia] Project long knights move You bitter sweet killers with murder fleets The slaughter hold heat So many drugs, my thugs O.D. Knockin O.D.'s to give at this Wildin out, who's the livest? Stayin the flyest Ya name ring, iced chain swing Shorties wan't too much expose to the game of drug sling Not knowin who to trust Lost your mind a long time ago Fuck a nine to five, but yo don't waste time to blow the fast life Got you livin on the edge, speedballin nigga note the ledge Why you wastin your time, shinin for egg head Night cat, see ya life flash, and get a thrill thuggin Stop frontin, rockin Slot Time caught in the cross bustin Chorus Outro Shit is real, all my young brothas East the West coast, Los Angelese, N.Y.C. Much respect to nigga Tony Alfred from Brownsville My man Shawn Harper, all my cats Young Brothas Brown Keep Focus All my niggas that got put through the ground Locked down See where you headin shorty I used to be you