-p-pearl, ya) Got a nigga leanin like [Chorus: x3] Yea, it's Young L in here Yea and I run this here Yea It's Young L in here You betta get, get, this
And everybody wants to be special here They call your name out loud and clear Here comes a regular Call out your name Here comes a regular Am I the only one here
As the rain poured down, the people cheered, an innocent man was killed that day, he must die, to save our lives, he placed our sins, upon his back, they
subtle face is a loserThis time around.Here we are in the yearsWhere the showman shifts the gearsLives become careersChildren cry in fearLet us out of here
future in it We're headed for self-destruction Can't function, only thing I can do is pray And thank God for another day Yes, homie, it's rough down here
million motherfuckers deceased Some of police are brutal hog, I'm actor baitin' No hesitation to slice a motherfucker in thirty places Fuck a case, ain't leavin' traces here
million motherfuckers deceased some of police are brutal hog, I'm actor-baitin' No hesitation to slice a motherfucker in thirty places Fuck a case - ain't leavin' traces here
I was born in New Jersey, I said it before But I guess nobody heard me, my mother died young No sistas or brothas, I was the only son When I was twelve
Woke up in London yesterday Found myself in the city near Piccadilly Don't really know how I got here I got some pictures on my phone New names and numbers
attention new dudes I can get you B E T and T R L too You wanna be in the public, send your budget Well fuck it, I ain't budgin' Young did it to death
up on the pavement break the dice games up Behind smoke kids can't chase the ice cream truck Girls fighting over Rollie young boys hype things up Niggas fighting over Cold young
fly so priceless (CMB bitch!) Just another day on the Top floor of the balcony bitch Live it how we live it Moula, Drizzy You what it is, young boy appreciate
I fuck her today, Then she gotta skate, Young Lupe, I hit the beat hard, Bobby Bouche I keep them tools on me, Get the screwface, Flowers for the dead, Here's a bouquet, L
happy Le Cerf Malade Il en coute A qui vous reclame Medecins du corps et de l'ame O
Sick bastard, get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer Memph Bleek in the house Still here, never left, still bust, more or less, still puff, bitch Young
't stop, this is beyond paper First I get your mind right, then I might drape ya Never pimpin', raise my girls well Young thoroughbreds get schooled by Uncle L.L. C-double, L
This is the Fugees, outsiders up in here Everyone wants to be a cowboy Grab your guns boy Forty-five by my side No the nigger dies Zen, zen, zen, zen
