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
last name was my lifestyle And when I visualize success It look like right now What was once gray skies Is now white clouds And I did it with the ones
) Doin' what we do (It's the Roc', baby) B. Sig., Rell, Peedi Crakk, Free, Young H-O, Bleek (You understand) Introducin' It's Young C (Young C!) Home of Philly, young
, will I be poor and broke? Tell me, Lord, will I be dealin' dope? I wanna take my momma to the Poconos Goodbyes, but only Lord knows To all the love ones
bun I love myself 'cause I swear their life is just not as fun Nic's got the weed, Hush got a gun CJ's got my credit cards and a lot of ones Yeah, I'
's moving I can feel the heat but its soothing heading down I search for the beat in this dirty town Downtown the young ones are going Downtown the young ones
yo ass up can't let the bullshit sleep It's Young Money (It's Young Money) It's Young Money We take money It's Young Money (It's Young Money) It's Young
and the city that I'm from I'ma sip until I feel it, I'ma smoke it till it's done And I don't really give a f-ck, and my excuse is that I'm young And
late Can't keep it 100 then the ones I hate But I'ma keep it 200 for the ones they fake Red and black cars on the red chrome stakes Young Juiceman I
thata??ll be cool. [Repeat 1x] [Lil Twist] Now wait, let me brush off my Jordans. The ones and *the *now, *I *got *them *for *recorded. Mr. Big Family, Young
path light of the world won't you help us get on track Verse 3 and a prayer for all the lonely for the ones who lost all hope for the ones who've given
Young Money, yeah Throw dirt on me and grow a wildflower But it's fuck the world, get a child out her Yeah, my life a bitch, but you know nothing 'bout
conglomerate Just respect my conglomerate, just respect my conglomerate [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Young Money in charge, Yes It's Little Wayne, but the moneys enlarged. Priorities Young
? What became of all the boys who only want one thing? Someone tell me what I'm doing wrong? 'Cause the good ones all got wedding rings And the young ones
the weekend come, Check the p-pod, cuz thew vibe's in strone, Selena's phillipinas like, 1 by one, All lines up and they ready for fun, Short ones, tall ones, beautiful ones
why the hell you reachin' for my dutch? Why rap, 'cuz I need air time? Why be on the curb wit' a, ?Why lie, I need a beer? sign? Why all the young niggaz
yaa) yeahhh, yeah yeah, uhhh How you livin maino? [Maino:] Im surrounded by women friends. Tell mouse bring the truck we gon fit em in. Think ones skin
kin Never ever seen What their future might have been The hat lamps burned with a flame like lightning The coal dust blanketed the morning dew The young ones