Jadakiss - Young n***as lyrics

[Hook: Gucci Mane] I keep a MAC-11 on my f**ing 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**ing beam Cuz these n***as k**ing for the letter B These young n***as k**ing for the letter C These young n***as k**ing for the letter P These young n***as k**ing for the letter V [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] I got money, pounds and bullets like my n***a Wee I put my faith in God, I know he believe in me R.I.P. my n***a 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***a 30 year, couldn't even cop for plea You wanna take it to the street, we can keep it street I grab a n***a in the street, they found him on the beach The richest street n***a living, go call Robin Leach I scrape ace and them sixes with the 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**ing 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**ing beam Cuz these n***as k**ing for the letter B These young n***as k**ing for the letter C These young n***as k**ing for the letter P These young n***as k**ing 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** with me If you dead in an hour, that's just what it be For the love of me k**ing 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** out of my way, that's all I suggest ya They k**in' for the letter P, yeah that's that pressure [Hook: Gucci Mane] I keep a MAC-11 on my f**ing 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**ing beam Cuz these n***as k**ing for the letter B These young n***as k**ing for the letter C These young n***as k**ing for the letter P These young n***as k**ing for the letter V [Verse 3: Fetty Wap] Young n***as drilling everything they see Young n***as juuging just to f**ing eat Young n***as dying screaming "rest in peace" It's a cold, cold world in these f**ing streets It's a lot of young n***as that just love to beef 40 with the drum, n***a, I can't wait to squeeze When you see the Zoo comin', watch these n***as freeze Young n***as 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** you mean? I'm a young n***a living out my f**ing dreams SQUAD! [Hook: Gucci Mane] I keep a MAC-11 on my f**ing 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**ing beam Cuz these n***as k**ing for the letter B These young n***as k**ing for the letter C These young n***as k**ing for the letter P These young n***as k**ing for the letter V [Outro: DJ Holiday] Yeah What n***a you know get you 8-9 mixtapes while he locked up, n***a? And he bout to come home and shut this sh** down It's too late now, n***a, don't strategize, n***a Don't strategize now, n***a, it's too late, let's go!