Young N****s (Explicit) - Gucci Mane (古驰·马内)/Jadakiss/Fetty Wap (菲迪·瓦普)
I keep a MAC-11 on my f**king seat
Can't let them beat me up like Rodney King
I used to have a dream something like doctor King
Bought a Mac 90 with a f**king beam
'Cuz these niggas killing for the letter B
These young niggas killing for the letter C
These young niggas killing for the letter P
These young niggas killing for the letter V
I got money pounds and bullets like my ni**a Wee
I put my faith in God I know he believe in me
R I P my ni**a Dunk I see you in my sleep
Remember when I used to sell
Like 50 bricks a week
I got some shooters and my shooters
Don't shoot at the knee
If you get caught with all that 3
Don't say you copped from me
They gave my ni**a 30 year
Couldn't even cop for plea
You wanna take it to the street
We can keep it street
I grab a ni**a in the street
They found him on the beach
The richest street ni**a living
Go call Robin Leach
I scrape ace and them sixes
With the Georgia Peach
Now reverend you better watch
I practice what I preach
I knew I could never teacher be the dead police
I keep a MAC-11 on my f**king seat
Can't let them beat me up like Rodney King
I used to have a dream something like doctor King
Bought a Mac 90 with a f**king beam
'Cuz these niggas killing for the letter B
These young niggas killing for the letter C
These young niggas killing for the letter P
These young niggas killing for the letter V
T5DOA I'm back up on the street
Probably blowing sour 'cuz ain't nothing sweet
I show you my power if you f**k with me
If you dead in an hour that's just what it be
For the love of me
Killing for the letters better get your cheddar
'Cuz it usually gets worse before it gets better
I ain't a body shooter
I'm what you call a header
And I hope they remember you
'Cuz I'm tryna forget ya
You ain't even gotta flex
I'm still tryna stretch ya
Prayin' ain't gon' help you
Just hope I don't catch ya
Stay the f**k out of my way
That's all I suggest ya
They killin' for the letter P
Yeah that's that pressure
I keep a MAC-11 on my f**king seat
Can't let them beat me up like Rodney King
I used to have a dream something like doctor King
Bought a Mac 90 with a f**king beam
'Cuz these niggas killing for the letter B
These young niggas killing for the letter C
These young niggas killing for the letter P
These young niggas killing for the letter V
Young niggas drilling everything they see
Young niggas juuging just to f**king eat
Young niggas dying screaming rest in peace
It's a cold cold world in these f**king streets
It's a lot of young niggas that just love to beef
40 with the drum ni**a
I can't wait to squeeze
When you see the Zoo comin'
Watch these niggas freeze
Young niggas getting money money all I see
All I do is hear money money all I free
It's a smooth 50k in these Robin jeans
It's a Zoovier with Gucci Mane
The f**k you mean
I'm a young ni**a living out my f**king dreams
I keep a MAC-11 on my f**king seat
Can't let them beat me up like Rodney King
I used to have a dream something like doctor King
Bought a Mac 90 with a f**king beam
'Cuz these niggas killing for the letter B
These young niggas killing for the letter C
These young niggas killing for the letter P
These young niggas killing for the letter V
Yeah
What ni**a you know get you 8-9 mixtapes
While he locked up ni**a
And he 'bout to come home
And shut this sh*t down
It's too late now ni**a don't strategize ni**a
Don't strategize now ni**a it's too late let's go