PYT

Stampa   |   Correggere

2PAC

Now tell me who's afraid of these young thugs
Look how we came up out the gutter where we slung drugs
America eats it's babies
It's crazy
Will somebody save me from this shit they might slay me
Got me in cuffs I'm gettin' locked up daily
Send me to jail 'cause I rebel on what they tell me
My lifestyle's got the law tryin' to capture me
And then the courts and the whole force after me
I'm hittin' niggas like they fences
It was senseless
It's like the whole world's against us
Then they wonder why I'm cusin'
Bustin' at the world don't trust 'em
Me and my homies sayin' fuck 'em
Rollin' in my 64 Impalla
All about makin' dollars
Sometimes it makes me wanna holla out, it's cool!
And if I'm motivated baby make a move
'Cause us thugs get lonely too

Now all I heard her sayin' was

Female's voice

PYT Play young thugs
You need some lovin'
Our black men they go to Radio State Uhh






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