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letra de young n thuggin - jim jones

(feat. travmmb & philthy rich)

only still n-gg-s gonna relate to that
real sh-t, real sh-t, real sh-t

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 n-gg-s that’s my brothers
young n thuggin and you can’t tell me nothing
before a n-gg- 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 b-tter
we played no games and it was okay for drop beans b-tter (see that?)
inside need the b-tter, 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 sh-t
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 sl-t
so lord help us, (pray for us) ’cause we .. kid (f-ck that)
’cause when we go wrong i mean wants to blame for what americas did (f-ck that)
i tried to acknowledge (f-ck that), no politics
from my position my politicians back holla tips.

gotta feelin’ like old dog, no talkin’ we true sh-t
got to let it in the kay right now, ny n-gg- we comin’ we true sh-t
young n-gg- we ruthless, bust the guns is my campaign
get your matter for the same price champagne,
oh man, young n-gg- gotta do it to a grown man
crib it to a n-gg- win it like a grown man
four four, crib get the same yall
my n-gg-s get the problem like a pitbulll
phone call kill a n-gg- more croon,
hurse had it in, put it in the winter
yeah, money it feel my mind
my n-gg- i’ve been on my grind
my n-gg-s they’re coming they test me your -ss like you was just fine

[hook:]

i say a .. when i met pops i was a grown man when i met pops
streets taught a n-gg- everything, no father figure no steps pops
.. when i jumped off, when i’m talking ’bout that post thing
nowadays they still the keys c-king
we riding round that post thing
my old man was a dead beater
he used to whip the c-ke 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 f-ck the other side
big l on my big chain
just feel me.

[hook:]

- jim jones

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