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young nigga - mac mall lyrics

[intro]
yeah, what’s up? this young mac ass mall spittin’ this sh*t for y’all
and when i say y’all, i mean all them grinders, you know what i’m sayin’, pullin’ them late*nighters and them overshifts, you know what i’m sayin’?
and plus the players and the pimps, this is for y’all
so check it out, it’s like this, mayne
as i reminisce and kick this sh*t, get a grip
feel me? feel me? what it do, though?

[verse 1]
come to the crest and see that young ass n*gga posted on the street top
my young cuddie got a mouth full of fat rocks
that young soldier got his strap on the underplace
that young n*gga got game ’cause he been laced
so the young n*gga keeps it on the real tip
tryna stack him in, he had to squeeze where he fit
young n*gga never had a father
but still we learned in the ghetto street this major drama
but he got a mama who always stayed down for a young n*gga
so when he blow up, it ain’t no way he can forget her
the young n*gga can never be a punk, dude
so if it’s funk, you know who not to step to
that young soldier standin’ there in the gangsta lean
f*ckin’ with that triple beam in his early teens
that young soldier gotta have his dollars long in life
even if he gotta do some wrong in life
don’t get it twisted, the player love to kick it
a savage about his money just like he is about his b*tches
young n*gga, spends every day like the weekend
fly young brother keep the hoes straight geekin’
pager beep and you know the boy’s boomin’
gettin’ baller clout from all the weight that he’s movin’
some say his kind is fallin’ off this earth
but you can find him right there in the turf
[chorus]
much love to the young n*gga (that’s right)
the young n*gga (that’s right, that’s right)
the young n*gga
much love to the young n*gga
what’s up, boy? i see ya, boy
sleep dank in the house with me, n*gga
much love to the young n*gga
crestside, fool, triple c, boy, you know
much love to the young n*gga
young n*gga, young n*gga, young n*gga

[verse 2]
that young n*gga somethin’ similar to a roughneck
but you can find him jookin’ on the d set
or on the late shift tryna get his money right
’cause in real life, you get hungry every night
so there he go, go slayin’ that p*yow
straight yetti, so what you gon’ do now?
bubble up because that young n*gga got you jooged
so when it’s cool, come find ya boy in the hood
’cause these days, young n*ggas need to get together
some illegal business will probably make this sh*t better
now, all you ballers, spend some money on a gang of straps
let’s get armed and try to get our race back
’cause at this rate, young n*ggas won’t be lastin’
the young n*gga generation is sick with blastin’
in my face, you can’t see no love
ghetto life got a young n*gga heart numb
see all i have is my mother and my hood and my pride
so when you tell me i’m a warrior from a lost tribe
i cannot feel you, ’cause, man, that ain’t what i’m seein’
i’m just a soldier tryna get over on these europeans
sometime i think, “what the f*ck i got this gat for?”
man, i can’t call it, ’cause on the real, i don’t know
so when you see me hustlin’ on the ghetto block
just fire up and give that young n*gga props
[chorus]
and give that young n*gga props (that’s right)
and give that young n*gga props
yeah, this sh*t go out to my boy young d
check it out, man, it’s like this
all we got is us, and the goal of the north pole is to come up
those who imitate and pimpatrate will all fall to a sucker’s fate
so beware of the heist and hide your ho
’cause the crestside players in the house, yeah doe
from pelican bay to santa rita
many souls in the pen got the crestland fever
to all my folks in the north pole
act a fool unless you’re on p*roll
and to all my cuddies, way higher i’m feelin’
so as i cut triple c, and to the players, keep pimpin’
pimpin’, pimpin’, pimpin’
’cause crestside gon’ keep on poppin’
gateway gon’ keep on poppin’
the sawyer st’s gon’ keep on poppin’
mark ave. gon’ keep on poppin’
the chief block gon’ keep on poppin’
leonard street gon’ keep on poppin’
mcgrue, fool, gon’ keep on poppin’
rounds street gon’ keep on poppin’
sage street gon’ keep on poppin’
taper gon’ keep on poppin’
simonton gon’ keep on poppin’
amelia gon’ keep on poppin’
janice street gon’ keep on poppin’

- mac mall lyrics

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