face we'll keep this alive For the kids Who can question what we feel Who can try to keep us down We will be relentless holding on For the kids
clap with your frame like a fucking garage (Yeaaaah) This hood shit, you and Drake ain't built for -- This the shit the other bitch almost got killed for
far, packed five in a car Save money for the drinks, I'm about to buy the bar (yeah) And everywhere I drive I'm a star, little kids all on the corner
click is in it 'til it's over, never sober Bustin' over, layin' Elaine with the cane and the Rover Pray to Jehovah for the nigga with the Ruger The young
hook you gon' pay dat money save dat money give it to my kids, ill take that hundred give her all my kids like (hallalallalalalallaaaaaaaaaa swag) chorus
This one for the hood right here Song dedicated anybody out there that got some dreams Don't give up on your dreams real talk Ready kids, let's go Dreamin
we never know, thats why So young, now we're gone Now are you gone? We live, then we die, But never touch the sky So young, now we're gone Now are you
I like to whistle this funny little song I sang in my army days when I was young A hot air balloon I will float away At times I'm holding you My kids
on it Hit'cha corner with the lights out, bitch it's on Duck down wit'cha kids, you know what you did Motherfuck what your niggas say, watch for the
on it Hit'cha corner with the lights out, bitch it's on Duck down wit'cha kids, you know what you did Motherfuck what your niggas say, watch for the ricochet
flew his jet KILLERS! these are the killers KILLERS! she was the killers KILLERS! the coldhearted killers KILLERS! beware of the killers It's time for all to work together for
Yo, Ice, you been down with the struggle for a long time, man Why don't you drop some knowledge for these brothers Who want to get involved in this war
lot of kids out of the streets each day It makes me feel real nice when someone likes the Ice Or some young MC asks me for advice But there will always
won't get no second chance And get fucked in this biz without a kiss or a dance The game is to exploit young ghetto kids A straight pimp game and there
fiends for a fee Their dream is to re-up to a ki Cops watch the influx of dope through a telescope Snitches in the game, give the young G's names Bitches
sell-out Never sell out, youknowhatI'msayin'? You gotta stay down for yours You know I want it, sure as I'm Ice-T I make records for you, but this one's for
Thanks to mart666@xxl.ee for these lyrics. Chorus: It's 99 players check your game Make sure them young boys respect your name Keep your heaters
