Doughboyz Cashout - My Young Niggaz lyrics

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Feat. Jeezy

What's up?

This for the young niggaz

Wake up in the morning roll a blunt for a nigga bust a teen

while his face wanting more, laying back to the streets

money on this mind last night, he can even meet

Money on his mind he can't even sleep

Mama think that he can get me out of head

But if niggas all good, 'cause he got a couple bands

Bullet 21 so he steppin' the club

This to say the face wanna be a thug

Couple cup nigga this despite with the lean gas

Lose everything my young nigga everybody scream

Getting a little paper now the bitches all on em

Getting a little paper now the bitches all want em,

Might be a lot of things but he ain't no fool

So I kept my young nigga work without his tool

Dirty in his problems, how my young nigga rocking

Sour for the deep and get this motherfucker profit

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Just do the robbers and the jackets, and the killers, and the dealers

Get the trappers niggas getting going scriller

But this is for my young niggaz

This is for my young niggaz

Now I got it for the hustlers and the busters and the gangstas and the clubbers

Hating ass niggas, gotta suck us,

But I guess this for my young niggaz

Doing for my young niggaz.

For my young niggaz they post it on the block

For them young niggaz stay move without their Glock

My young niggaz stay rappin' for the hood

For them young niggaz, I don't suck it no good

This is for my young nigga locked up for something he ain't did

But he really locked up for some crime he said

Put him on the case when he ain't really did nothing

But he gonna take it for the hood

He ain't a snitch, he like fuck it,

We didn't pay it for the love, but the lawyer bullshit

Cool with my nigga, all we can do is listen

Twenty years young, he don't wanna go to prison

15 to live, he like fuck that sentence

And then I ain't even measure what I pay for the lawyer

Me and sidekick, we got played by the lawyer

With a life sentence he ain't get conjugal visits

Plus, the penis like a ... he reduces

Fuck it he thuggin'

All these want some bitches and some money

He can eat lunch with

From day one nigga he just wanna keep in touch with

But remember he ain't even do nothing

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No one haze by the block, stay by glock

Runnin out, big homies got in workin on the clock

Wax in the sack game balls in the spot

All he want is a bad bitches sign him off the lot

My young nigga, he remind me of me

We ain't up and copin' tryin to come up on the key

In the club thuggin' going hard for the streets

Selling soft 'cause them jaze little hard on this feet

Yeah yeah, just a young nigga post it on the block

Truly in his pants who getting pop with it

He from the same hood as me we like block brothers

Stash pistols and then drugs, we see the cops coming

Ain't really got a fam, he like fuck living

But if he got problems, homies gonna thug with him

Just beating murder case feeling the touch

For my young niggaz, don't let nobody fuck with you

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