Ray Luv - Amerikka Eatz Itz Young (Gotta Survive) lyrics

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Ray Luv - Amerikka Eatz Itz Young (Gotta Survive) lyrics

[Intro: Khayree] Awhh yeah, break me off some of the real players sh** What's up motherf**ers? This is Khayree And I posted at this here spot with 2Pac, Mac-Mall, Ray Luv and my n***a Young Lay Spit that sh**... [Verse 1: Young Lay] Cuddies perved by the corner, stout, herb Got me twisted, mo' cold k**in murders Them brothers gettin' further Got my pencil for utensil, this'll keep they mind knownin' Spot some thugs at the club, and they got they nines showin' Dirty pimpin' schemes, one of my dreams, player now listen Lotta blacks locked down, but comin' back around in '96 All I gots is my six, my track crew and my mother Make these police wonder how is he so undercover? Never been a lover, but America had broke my heart I was told to tear up out this before this tare me apart Eat through scrap, black tracks, free milk and cheese While the Japs stack scratch with the Vietnamese But I'm finna squeeze, stack g's they left on a trap A young playa mack, hit the bud', spit a rap It's just that feelin', that feelin' that I have for children Are able to love us, but these crazy devils try to k** us [Hook: Mac Mall] Amerikka Eatz Itz Young, motherf**ers do you feel me? I'm a young black brother, so these motherf**er fear me Amerikka Eatz Itz Young, motherf**ers do you feel me? I'm a young black brother, so these motherf**er fear me [Verse 2: Ray Luv] June 2nd '93 I returned to the streets Did 2 months in the county and I opt to the beat Now the cops keep watch, cause they know that I rap Tell the world that I'm a gangsta, cause I ride with a strap But I ain't yo gangsta, just a young n***a caught up in the struggle Born hustler, goin' for the jugular Out to take the beast down, piece down might be too late The funk is on, high, drunk off Thunderbird and Grape Kool-Aid Would love to catch a playa slippin', take me down and book me Guilty as charged, hit the switch and try to cook me Silence a n***a for the sh** I'm spittin', I know I'm scarin' ya A poison you created in the veins of America Miseducated, incarcerated, institutionalized That 3rd strike will have a gang of them rollers dyin' Ain't no love where I'm goin', no love where I'm comin' from Remember me, that real-a** n***a you been runnin' from Got us sprung off the c**aine and the welfare While the black babies die without health care [Hook: Mac Mall] Amerikka Eatz Itz Young, motherf**ers do you feel me? I'm a young black brother, so these motherf**er fear me Amerikka Eatz Itz Young, motherf**ers do you feel me? I'm a young black brother, so these motherf**er fear me [Verse 3: Mac Mall] Now how could I pledge allegiance to a racist-a** flag When the rollers at my do' with a .44 mag? Got my mother spittin' drag 'bout I ain't home Got a double homicide warrant on my dome I hear em pushin' in the do', I grab my Mac with two clips Cut through the back window and like a g hit a fence I'm thinkin' 'bout my folks gettin' sent for violation Foes and punk police, them devils still at my do' I peep a group of ten tryina get information I threw the clips in the Mac, start lettin' off frustration It's better than incarceration any day, we gonn' die anyway So if I go out blastin', call it my fate I got n***as in the pen like my cousin Bud Lunatic Insane, and my partner T-Love Big Tom, Ray Ray, k**a Cuddy, Mac Dre Cleek, Jamal, Jinx and Bluebonic, man [Hook: Mac Mall] Amerikka Eatz Itz Young, motherf**ers do you feel me? I'm a young black brother, so these motherf**er fear me Amerikka Eatz Itz Young, motherf**ers do you feel me? I'm a young black brother, so these motherf**er fear me [Verse 3: 2Pac] Now I been called a crook, a k**er, thug A no-good dealer of d** And Blood or Cuz, doesn't matter what set you was Cause where I'm at, if you black, we strapped As long as ki's make g's these thieves attack And ain't no rules on the streets these days Muthaf**as better watch they back and take it eazay I'm livin' in the danger zone And learnin' lesson from the game, it's on n***as was gone when the frame was on I'm gettin' breakin' them balls daily Is there a ghetto in heaven or do I go to hell? See, seems I was sentenced to d**h, takin' my steps with my head down Why pour I liquor for my n***as, cause they dead now My memory since I was a little seed Was a penitentiary full of n***as like me These cops can't terrorize us, they despise us n***as, cause we on the rise Plus everybody's searchin' for a piece of the truth And the youth turn the streets into a piece of Beirut And the truth is [Hook: Mac Mall] Amerikka Eatz Itz Young, motherf**ers do you feel me? I'm a young black brother, so these motherf**ers fear me Amerikka Eatz Itz Young, motherf**ers do you feel me? I'm a young black brother, so these motherf**ers fear me (Motherf**ers fear me, motherf**ers fear me) Ya, that's right Straight up here man Lets break that sh** down one time, playa [Outro] Hahaha (Eatz itz young) They swear they got a n***a on the run sh**, Long as they make guns motherf**er, here we come It'S got to be right, it's got to be true in '94 All us n***as want more, you know It's like we forgettin' what the f** we fightin' for (Money is power motherf**er, you know) And Power is money ain't sh** funny when you ain't got none, see cut it's like this (It's like this, You Motherf**er quick to k** a n***a but you scared to k** a pig) That's why we gets no respect Cause motherf**ers can't stack a dollar We'll jack for a dollar, but we gon smoke that sh** up n***as can't stack their money (don't nothin' move but the punch) (You'll rob a d boy, but you scared to hit a bank motherf**er) That's why your sh** ain't right Know what I' sayin' (better get right about your game man) (right about your motherf**in' game) It's like this here Amerikka what we is, we ain't nothing but food to Amerikka They chompin' n***as like it's an everyday job, you feel me? So if you ain't gettin' smart about your motherf**in' thang You will be the next motherf**in' meal, believe me (about them tryna eat me they gonnaz get a mouth full of Glock motherf**er) Haha Buck buck Haha 13 cases and we still can't trade places We gotta get up out of here Know I'm sayin, outta here Ay but it's going down cuz it's '94 you know by 2000 n***as gonna get fed up (Amerikka Eatz Itz Young) (Amerikka Eatz Itz Young) (Amerikka Eatz Itz Young Motherf**ers do you feel me?) Feel me Feel me Feel me Feel me Feel me Feel me Feel me

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