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Young Brothas

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Young Brothas Lyrics

[Intro: Myalansky, Joe Mafia]
Young brother, take a look around, all ya young niggas
At the starvation, legal murder, watch yourself blood
Abortion, as the death rate increases, I feel for you son
Life the ghetto, my peoples, word up, what up all ya niggas
Wu-Syndicate, rest in peace
All those who didn't make it all these years, stop
Hold your head, grab your umbrella, word

[Verse 1: Myalansky]
UFO swarm your city, older cats retire
Shorty fantasizing "When I grow up, I'll be the live-st"
Well known throughout high school
Little knucklehead, getting high too
Fighting in class, rocking Levi's shoes
Short ass suit, suede Bally's
Saying one day, he'll be paid lavish
Banging fly Canadian chick named Tamia
Sangria, fine wine, don doddy, why?
Corporate blindsides, the frontlines survive
It be down little shorties watching they don't give a fuck
Locked up, now your love caught a lee, now what?

[Chorus: Myalansky]
Everything in life, ain't always what it seems
Keep it real with reality
Stop the illusion, chasing the dream
Many lives lost through the struggle
Children cry, look at the stressed mother
Family lost a love, young brother
[Break: Joe Mafia]
For all of my young niggas, take this jewel baby

[Verse 2: Joe Mafia]
Project long knights move you bitter sweet
Killers with murder fleets, the slaughter hold heat
So many drugs, my thugs O.D
Knocking O.G.'s to give at this
Wilding out, who's the live-st? Staying the fliest
Ya name ring, iced chain swing
Shorties wasn't too much expose to the game of drug sling
Not knowing who to trust
Lost your mind a long time ago
Fuck a nine to five, but don't waste time to blow
The fast life got you living on the edge
Speedballing nigga know the ledge
Why you wasting your time, shining for egghead
Night cat, see ya life flash, and get a thrill thugging
Stop fronting, rocking Slot Time caught in the cross busting

[Chorus: Myalansky]
Everything in life, ain't always what it seems
Keep it real with reality
Stop the illusion, chasing the dream
Many lives lost through the struggle
Children cry, look at the stressed mothers
Families lost a love, young brother
[Outro: Myalansky]
Shit is real, all my young brothers
East the West coast, Los Angeles, VA, N.Y.C
Much respect to nigga Tony Alfred from Brownsville
My man Shawn Harper, all my cats
Young Brothers, Carlos, Brown
Keep Focus
All my niggas that got put through the ground
Locked down
See where you heading shorty
I used to be you

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