Jim Jones - Young N Thuggin lyrics

feat. TravMMB & Philthy Rich) Only still n***as gonna relate to that Real sh**, real sh**, real sh** Hook: I go full of struggle daddy where's my mother? Young N thuggin and you can't tell me nothing You got missed the warm and n***as that's my brothers Young N thuggin and you can't tell me nothing Before a n***a snitch I would rather suffer Young N thuggin and you can't tell me nothing I can't love the hoe, I can't be no coffin Young N thuggin and you can't tell me nothing Was it the only kid, I was the oldest kid, I never had a bro No daddy home, he was never there because I had my mother And we had the gutter, playin' games hot pees and bu*ter We played no games and it was okay for drop beans bu*ter (see that?) sponsored links Inside need the bu*ter, no jelly dope (not at all) And we was making bread of selling blow, I mean a cold day before I help a hoe, PR sh** I'm a product of what product does When you're making money over lot of d** When you sending it that's a lot of s*ut So Lord help us, (pray for us) 'cause we .. kid (f*ck that) 'cause when we go wrong I mean wants to blame for what Americas did (f*ck that) I tried to acknowledge (f*ck that), no politics From my position my politicians back holla tips. Hook: I go full of struggle daddy where's my mother? Young N thuggin and you can't tell me nothing You got missed the warm and n***as that's my brothers Young N thuggin and you can't tell me nothing Before a n***a snitch I would rather suffer Young N thuggin and you can't tell me nothing I can't love the hoe, I can't be no coffin Young N thuggin and you can't tell me nothing Gotta feelin' like old dog, no talkin' we true sh** Got to let it in the kay right now, ny n***a we comin' we true sh** Young n***a we ruthless, bust the guns is my campaign Get your matter for the same price champagne, Oh man, young n***a gotta do it to a grown man Crib it to a n***a win it like a grown man Four four, crib get the same yall My n***as get the problem like a pitbulll Phone call k** a n***a more croon, Hurse had it in, put it in the winter Yeah, money it feel my mind My n***a I've been on my grind My n***as they're coming they test me your a** like you was just fine [Hook:] I say a .. when I met pops I was a grown man when I met pops Streets taught a n***a everything, no father figure no steps pops .. when I jumped off, when I'm talking 'bout that post thing Nowadays they still the keys coking We riding round that post thing My old man was a dead beater He used to whip the coke with the .. beat Tried off in that tougher .. two hands on and let it hit the L He's older some but I ain't the jillian He gave us a name for my little brother Mom's had for other kids, wasn't roll mile to my little brothers He wears fifty for the mick J's, 500 for that mic kay He won't charge nothing for the new kays Been locked up for the pistol, Been locked up for the c**aine Still screaming up f*ck the other side Big L on my big chain Just feel me. [Hook:]