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Jadakiss

"Young n*ggas"

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
I keep a MAC-11 on my f*cking seat
Can't let them beat me up like Rodney King
I used to have a dream something like doctor King
Bought a Mac 90 with a f*cking beam
Cuz these n*ggas killing for the letter B
These young n*ggas killing for the letter C
These young n*ggas killing for the letter P
These young n*ggas killing for the letter V

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I got money, pounds and bullets like my n*gga Wee
I put my faith in God, I know he believe in me
R.I.P. my n*gga Dunk, I see you in my sleep
Remember when I used to sell like 50 bricks a week
I got some shooters and my shooters don't shoot at the knee
If you get caught with all that 3 don't say you copped from me
They gave my n*gga 30 year, couldn't even cop for plea
You wanna take it to the street, we can keep it street
I grab a n*gga in the street, they found him on the beach
The richest street n*gga living, go call Robin Leach
I straight ace sittin' on sixes with a Georgia peach
Now reverend run you better run, I practice what I preach
I knew that I could never teach or be the damn police

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
I keep a MAC-11 on my f*cking seat
Can't let them beat me up like Rodney King
I used to have a dream something like doctor King
Bought a Mac 90 with a f*cking beam
Cuz these n*ggas killing for the letter B
These young n*ggas killing for the letter C
These young n*ggas killing for the letter P
These young n*ggas killing for the letter V

[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
T5DOA, I'm back up on the street
Probably blowing sour cuz ain't nothing sweet
I show you my power if you f*ck with me
If you dead in an hour, that's just what it be
For the love of me
Killing for the letters, better get your cheddar
Cuz it usually gets worse, before it gets better
I ain't a body shooter, I'm what you call a "header"
And I hope they remember you, cuz I'm tryna forget ya
You ain't even gotta flex, I'm still tryna stretch ya
Prayin' ain't gon' help you, just hope I don't catch ya
Stay the f*ck out of my way, that's all I suggest ya
They killin' for the letter P, yeah that's that pressure

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
I keep a MAC-11 on my f*cking seat
Can't let them beat me up like Rodney King
I used to have a dream something like doctor King
Bought a Mac 90 with a f*cking beam
Cuz these n*ggas killing for the letter B
These young n*ggas killing for the letter C
These young n*ggas killing for the letter P
These young n*ggas killing for the letter V

[Verse 3: Fetty Wap]
Young n*ggas drilling everything they see
Young n*ggas juuging just to f*cking eat
Young n*ggas dying screaming "rest in peace"
It's a cold, cold world in these f*cking streets
It's a lot of young n*ggas that just love to beef
40 with the drum, n*gga, I can't wait to squeeze
When you see the Zoo comin', watch these n*ggas freeze
Young n*ggas getting money, money all I see
All I do is hear money, money all I free
It's a smooth 50k in these Robin jeans
It's a Zoovier with Gucci Mane, the f*ck you mean?
I'm a young n*gga living out my f*cking dreams
SQUAD!

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
I keep a MAC-11 on my f*cking seat
Can't let them beat me up like Rodney King
I used to have a dream something like doctor King
Bought a Mac 90 with a f*cking beam
Cuz these n*ggas killing for the letter B
These young n*ggas killing for the letter C
These young n*ggas killing for the letter P
These young n*ggas killing for the letter V

[Outro: DJ Holiday]
Yeah
What n*gga you know get you 8-9 mixtapes while he locked up, n*gga? And he bout to come home and shut this sh*t down
It's too late now, n*gga, don't strategize, n*gga
Don't strategize now, n*gga, it's too late, let's go!

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