Young Part 1 by Kenny Turnup Lyrics
Since a youngin' I was ill with it real wicked
Tell them other niggas deal with it
We went and got a sack from the [?] gang
Now the lines outside our show look like the soul train
Swear to God we up next you better recognize
They telling lies we step inside weapons hide
Oh Lord please forgive me for my sins again
I never claimed that I was innocent
What do you need to get you served like this is Wimbledon
And why do all my women friends
Spill henney on my Timberland's
I don't know but that chopper sound like a drum roll
Or the Jehovah witness at your front door
I'm just joking these woman love me like I'm Hulk Hogan
Sipping lean got me living life in slow motion
Pops said he proud and that's a major plus
Cause coming up I watched him grind to get that paper up
So I got to return the favor
Get so rich that we can burn the paper
I feel like Arnold Schwarzenegger in the Terminator
When I face goodie
I think I'm Ace Boogie
Real with it until the day I'm gone I'm a still kill it
And since a youngin' I was ill with it real wicked
Tell them other niggas deal with it
We went and got a sack from the [?] gang
Now they fiending for the raps like it's some cocaine
Black Album blasted in the back ground
If you disrespecting all you hear is "Man down"
Just a young black kid hailing from the BX
I'm feeling like we next three tec's at your V-necks (man down)
Yet again you must respect me like the president
I represent the niggas who ain't make it out my residence
A cold city but I'm balling like I scold fitty
I'm bopping out through Harlem like I know Diddy
Yeah we off the sour like I'm back home
Working on my bars he in the car with that black chrome
That sound wild that's just the life we living now
6 Series on the VeriSigner with my windows down
Breeze blowing trees blowing they be like
He go in keep flowing I be like
It's too easy I'm free throwing
If a nigga try me I Debo him and then keep going
Wow I feel like Hova it's over I swear
You ain't got to hold it you know that its real
And if you know us you know that we here
Real with it until the day I'm gone I'm a still kill it
And since a youngin' I was ill with it real wicked
Tell them other niggas deal with it
We went and got a sack from the [?] gang
Now they ..
Look feel like I lost my religion like way too long ago
Feel like a lame because barely know how to roll
My boy got four or five 9's he would ride with two
Oo I had the Lord on my side
Yeah it's back to business I guess
They make that hammer snap back like a Mitchel and Ness
I got like 5 shawty's and I'm benching the rest
See I'm just trying to live like I got sentenced to death
She sending me text you sending me threats
Its quiet for that
I don't respect you I'm writing her back
She mine now I throw her right in my bag
I'm on the go I'm sipping slow I got a pint of that act
Tell them other niggas deal with it
We went and got a sack from the [?] gang
Now the lines outside our show look like the soul train
Swear to God we up next you better recognize
They telling lies we step inside weapons hide
Oh Lord please forgive me for my sins again
I never claimed that I was innocent
What do you need to get you served like this is Wimbledon
And why do all my women friends
Spill henney on my Timberland's
I don't know but that chopper sound like a drum roll
Or the Jehovah witness at your front door
I'm just joking these woman love me like I'm Hulk Hogan
Sipping lean got me living life in slow motion
Pops said he proud and that's a major plus
Cause coming up I watched him grind to get that paper up
So I got to return the favor
Get so rich that we can burn the paper
I feel like Arnold Schwarzenegger in the Terminator
When I face goodie
I think I'm Ace Boogie
Real with it until the day I'm gone I'm a still kill it
And since a youngin' I was ill with it real wicked
Tell them other niggas deal with it
We went and got a sack from the [?] gang
Now they fiending for the raps like it's some cocaine
Black Album blasted in the back ground
If you disrespecting all you hear is "Man down"
Just a young black kid hailing from the BX
I'm feeling like we next three tec's at your V-necks (man down)
Yet again you must respect me like the president
I represent the niggas who ain't make it out my residence
A cold city but I'm balling like I scold fitty
I'm bopping out through Harlem like I know Diddy
Yeah we off the sour like I'm back home
Working on my bars he in the car with that black chrome
That sound wild that's just the life we living now
6 Series on the VeriSigner with my windows down
Breeze blowing trees blowing they be like
He go in keep flowing I be like
It's too easy I'm free throwing
If a nigga try me I Debo him and then keep going
Wow I feel like Hova it's over I swear
You ain't got to hold it you know that its real
And if you know us you know that we here
Real with it until the day I'm gone I'm a still kill it
And since a youngin' I was ill with it real wicked
Tell them other niggas deal with it
We went and got a sack from the [?] gang
Now they ..
Look feel like I lost my religion like way too long ago
Feel like a lame because barely know how to roll
My boy got four or five 9's he would ride with two
Oo I had the Lord on my side
Yeah it's back to business I guess
They make that hammer snap back like a Mitchel and Ness
I got like 5 shawty's and I'm benching the rest
See I'm just trying to live like I got sentenced to death
She sending me text you sending me threats
Its quiet for that
I don't respect you I'm writing her back
She mine now I throw her right in my bag
I'm on the go I'm sipping slow I got a pint of that act