[Chorus]
Young-young-young nigga tryna make a come in the ghetto slum
Young-young-young-young nigga tryna make a come in the ghetto slum
[Verse 1]
Roll down to the house
Motherfucker need to step back with that fake shit
Hand down niggas better [?]
They can't take this metro going up
Poppin' studs in yo' stupid ass
Pop from the nine, from the mind plumpin' through yo' ass
East side, taint county nigga hustlin' every day
When I'm rollin' through yo' hood
All I hear is [?] every day
Pumpin' in yo' stereo, but y'all niggas don't hear me though
Plug in the mic and here we go
Nigga, yo' ass like cereal
Bustas ain't no need for you to talk that shit behind my back
Win like a tack with a gat, rat-tat-tat-tat
On that ass, thеn I cheech for zat
Hangin' with them niggas on the counter
Swinging monkеy bridge
Half down 1995, slinging that bulky shit
Down with the Snubnoze click, 'stead of gettin' high
That big-headed nigga dang deuce, E to the L to the I
Showin' you how we do it on the side with the players
Dwellin' head down, blazing up a joint and getting high
[Chorus]
Young-young-young nigga tryna make a come in the ghetto slum
Young-young-young-young nigga tryna make a come in the ghetto slum
[Verse 2]
Mayz Road
1995 kickin' that ghetto shit
Fuck them tricks
'Cause they know I flow like Pepto-Bismol, bitch
Every time I see the microphone, I take it from the stand
Put it in my hand and deliver like a mailman
Seven days a week
Making your week when I kick that southern flow
Hit your back on a microphone
Hit your back on a sudden hoe
Don't you know? Life is like a joint so let me take a puff
Had enough of niggas thinking they tough
Rolling stars and stuff, pack my gat
When I walk the streets, tough niggas'll try yo' ass
Caught you slippin, now they zippin' yo ass up in a body bag
One [?] through the row in the neighborhood every other week
Dressed up fresh and [?]
Trying to slip by on these East Side streets
Whippin' ass niggas growin' up tryin' to earn lotta cheese
Niggas that ain't down with the click, they talking down with me
Showin' you how we do it on the side with the players
Dwellin' head down, blazing up a joint and getting high
[Chorus]
Young- young- young nigga tryna make a come in the ghetto slum
Young- young- young- young nigga tryna make a come in the ghetto slum
[Verse 3]
Never statin', busta hatin'
Nigga with that pistol drip
Blood blazing, so amazing
Gonna take you on a trip
Never slippin', teenage pimping, nigga playin' plenty hoes
Pistol packing, paper stacking
Quick to check your chosen foe
Hash delayed, innovative
Overjusted places are set
Niggas hangin', steady slangin'
Tryin' to keep they pockets fat
Bitches jumpin', costs are poppin'
Ghetto shit in '95
Cash do walkin', niggas talkin' shit
But they can't flame it though
Never [?] in 1.5, [?] is all I know
Window foggin', widow huggin' nigga with that southern flow
Drop from college, but the knowledge of these tricks is what I keep
H-A-V-E, M to the Z and every day, some fucking truth
[Chorus]
Young-young-young nigga tryna make a come in the ghetto slum
Young-young-young-young nigga tryna make a come in the ghetto slum
Young-young nigga tryna make a come in the ghetto slum
Young-young-young nigga tryna make a come in the ghetto slum
Young-young-young nigga tryna make a come in the ghetto slum
Young-young nigga tryna make a come in the ghetto slum
Young-young-young-young nigga tryna make a come in the ghetto slum
Young- young nigga tryna make a come in the ghetto slum
Young-young-young nigga, young nigga, young nigga, young nigga
