La The Darkman - Young Thugz (feat. Masta Killa)
[Intro: La the Darkman]
Bear witness to the God, young thugs don't live long
Life is a game of chess (you playin the pawn), knowledge I born
Walk a righteous path, you can never go wrong
[La the Darkman]
Yo East New York don's connectin me, this kid live next to me
Manifests his ecstacy, to specialize in treachery
Subliminal, wanted to be nuttin, but a criminal
With braids, and Doo-Loo dropped out the eight grade
Tradin rocks, mad obsessed with guns, was infected
Should have came amongst Gods, could have been resurrected
He expected to live long, holdin the glock
Never opened up his lessons, never took us alive
Robbed a liquor store, the old man knew him since four
Still slapped him with the toast, and son emptied the cash drawer
Watchin news flicks, what the kid did, gettin famous
Found the owner in the back of the store, left brainless
The stainless was found, in the sewer three blocks down
The D's flashed his picture around the Polo Grounds
Kicked his grandmother door down, wit a search warrant
Hand cuffed him in his boxers, tipped off by an informer
He was sentenced to thirty-two, white quality
Allah rules, he should of listened to his jewels
[Chorus 2X: La the Darkman & Masta Killa]
Young thugs don't live long
Life is a game of chess, and you playin a pawn
I be king, listen to the knowledge I born
Walk a righteous path, and you can never go wrong (word up)
[Masta Killa]
This be the dance of the drunken, niggas found slunken
Over the stair room and one to his head black
All those he drove his next destination of home
Suddenly sniped from civilization
Reality starts to set in, his last thoughts
Flashin back to where it all begun
A shorty who slung for a militant soldier
Who made his bones by holdin down the corner
Never turned snitch even though he was pinched by the Feds
He held his weight and did a bid, a two to six
As he sinned from his cell wit a vengence
He held in his heart like an icepick, physically, he's cut the fuck up
Tryin to maintain but his head is fucked up
To learn, the word on the streets confirmed
Of the sickness, murderin a family member that turned
Informant, he shot this enormous in silence
Who broke it, this lead to bloodshed and violence
Bear witness to the God, young thugs don't live long
Life is a game of chess (you playin the pawn), knowledge I born
Walk a righteous path, you can never go wrong
[La the Darkman]
Yo East New York don's connectin me, this kid live next to me
Manifests his ecstacy, to specialize in treachery
Subliminal, wanted to be nuttin, but a criminal
With braids, and Doo-Loo dropped out the eight grade
Tradin rocks, mad obsessed with guns, was infected
Should have came amongst Gods, could have been resurrected
He expected to live long, holdin the glock
Never opened up his lessons, never took us alive
Robbed a liquor store, the old man knew him since four
Still slapped him with the toast, and son emptied the cash drawer
Watchin news flicks, what the kid did, gettin famous
Found the owner in the back of the store, left brainless
The stainless was found, in the sewer three blocks down
The D's flashed his picture around the Polo Grounds
Kicked his grandmother door down, wit a search warrant
Hand cuffed him in his boxers, tipped off by an informer
He was sentenced to thirty-two, white quality
Allah rules, he should of listened to his jewels
[Chorus 2X: La the Darkman & Masta Killa]
Young thugs don't live long
Life is a game of chess, and you playin a pawn
I be king, listen to the knowledge I born
Walk a righteous path, and you can never go wrong (word up)
[Masta Killa]
This be the dance of the drunken, niggas found slunken
Over the stair room and one to his head black
All those he drove his next destination of home
Suddenly sniped from civilization
Reality starts to set in, his last thoughts
Flashin back to where it all begun
A shorty who slung for a militant soldier
Who made his bones by holdin down the corner
Never turned snitch even though he was pinched by the Feds
He held his weight and did a bid, a two to six
As he sinned from his cell wit a vengence
He held in his heart like an icepick, physically, he's cut the fuck up
Tryin to maintain but his head is fucked up
To learn, the word on the streets confirmed
Of the sickness, murderin a family member that turned
Informant, he shot this enormous in silence
Who broke it, this lead to bloodshed and violence
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