Malice - Young Boy lyrics

[Hook: Pharrell] Mmm I'mma tell you what I'm talkin bout When I was a young boy My momma always told me don't take no sh** Motherf**er hit you then you better hit 'em back So when I hit the n***a it go blam A n***a out of line [Verse 1 - Malice] Back when I was 'bout Big Wheels and race tracks Pops pushed a Tornado and rolled to eight tracks Never stood a chance, exposed from way back Lying to the baby saying its Ajax I was 'bout four when I walked past that door That shoulda been closed where I first witnessed the raw See in my household it was quite unique Playing hide and seek you might find a key Caught glimpse accidental, it branded my mental Pals my role model in that Lincoln Continental Bought all my friends Icees, it was 'bout six And when he pulled off I was like, "See told ya we was rich." How I turned out let it be no surprise When they speak of cousin Ricky it brings tears to their eyes See, my family got a history of hustlers Lil' brother, big brother, mother to grandmother Its tradition [Hook] [Verse 2 - Pusha T] My momma didn't see it coming, my daddy was there What's my excuse? Cartoons were the root Started with Yosemite Sam with the gun in Palm of each hand, what couldn't I demand? See, thirteen Studied the gangsta's lean Low brim, no smile Lotta cash meanwhile Daddy had the Chrysler Fifth Avey Hustlers on the blocks cars were aero-dynamie With ghetto paint jobs, Mango M3s Seventeen inch B-Bs riding tough The bike was Huffy, attention was froze In a twenty five cent frozen cup laid my soul The streets had made the mold Since fourteen holding, Pusha T was chosen Rebel like Che Guevara RC Tyco versus Carrera [Hook] [Verse 3 - Malice] I think of grandma and the weight she would foot 'em She kinda remind me of Madame Queen in Hoodlum Sport the grandkids, each one she would treasure Said she kept two guns and to do so was a pleasure The cigarette dangle forty-five degree angle Still every bit a lady but you don't wanna tangle Let that explain me and how I got involved Young'ns hustling in the Creek, me, Jon-Jon and Jamal [Verse 4 - Pusha T] Age fifteen Walking through the hallway, plate the new Jordans First ones on the scene See I could afford 'em, living out a dream Hustler on the rise, laces untied Slid past young'ns, couldn't break my stride Didn't know I was knotted in street ties Teachers askin' how and why b**hes pa**ing by "Oh my, he's so gangsta" [Hook]