YOUNG JEEZY - My Young Niggaz lyrics

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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

Get a little paper now the bitches all on em

Get a little paper now the bitches all want em,

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

Before I kept my young nigga, every work without his tune

Bloody in the .. and my young rocky

Going for the deep and get his mother*cking puppet

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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

Their ass niggas they suckers,

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 alive .. he ain’t real there

But he really .. me shit

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

But he gonna take it for the hood

He ain’t ..she like f*ck it,

We didn’t pay it for the love, but the loyal won’t shade em

Call with my name all, we can do and listen

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

15 alive, he like fuck that senses

And then I ain’t even measure that I pay for the lawyer

Me and psychic and we got playin by the lawyer

with a life since she can’t get ..

Plus the penis I could ..

F*ck it he thuggin’

All these want some bitches and some money

He can’t even lunch with

He’s day one nigga he just wanna keep in touch with

But remember he ain’t even do nothing

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.. by the block, stay by glock

Runnin out the big homies got in workin on the clock

Wax in the sack game balls in the spot though

All he want is a bad bitches some off the lights

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 pussies 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 em

Just beating murder case feeling the touch

For my young niggaz, don’t let nobody fuck

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