Young Brothas Lyrics by Wu-syndicate

Young Brothas Lyrics

    Intro: myalansky [joe mafia]

    Young brotha, take a look around [all ya young niggas]
    At the starvation, legal murder [watch yourself blood]
    Abortion, as the death rate increases [i feel for you son]
    Life the ghetto, my peoples [word up, what up all ya niggas]
    Wu-syndicate, rest in peace
    All those who didn't make it all these years [stop]
    Hold your head, grap your umbrellas [word]

    [myalansky]
    Ufo swarm your city, older cats retire
    Shorty fantasizing "when i grow up, i'll be the livest"
    Well known threw the high school
    Little knucklehead, gettin high too
    Fightin in class, rockin levi shoes
    Short ass suit, swing valleys
    Sayin one day, he'll be paid lavage
    Bangin fly canadian chick named tamia
    Saint gria, fine wine, don doddy, why?
    Corporate blindsides, the frontlines survive
    It be down little shorties watching they don't give a fuck
    Locked up, now your love caught a lee, now what?

    Chorus: myalansky

    Everything in life, ain't always what it seems
    Keep it real with reality, stop the illusion, chasing the dream
    Many lives lost through the struggle, children cry
    Look at the stressed mother, family losed a love
    Young brotha

    For all of my young niggas, take this true baby

    [joe mafia]
    Project long knights move
    You bitter sweet killers with murder fleets
    The slaughter hold heat
    So many drugs, my thugs o.d.
    Knockin o.d.'s to give at this
    Wildin out, who's the livest?
    Stayin the flyest
    Ya name ring, iced chain swing
    Shorties wan't too much expose to the game of drug sling
    Not knowin who to trust
    Lost your mind a long time ago
    Fuck a nine to five, but yo don't waste time to blow the fast life
    Got you livin on the edge, speedballin nigga note the ledge
    Why you wastin your time, shinin for egg head
    Night cat, see ya life flash, and get a thrill thuggin
    Stop frontin, rockin slot time caught in the cross bustin

    Chorus

    Outro
    Shit is real, all my young brothas
    East the west coast, los angelese, n.y.c.
    Much respect to nigga tony alfred from brownsville
    My man shawn harper, all my cats
    Young brothas
    Brown
    Keep focus
    All my niggas that got put through the ground
    Locked down
    See where you headin shorty
    I used to be you

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