The Chemists Create - Young n***as lyrics

[Intro] Ray Ray: So what's up Lil J? Lil J: We down Ray Ray Ray Ray: So what set you claiming? Lil J: Claiming Hoover and South Shores We down with 32's in most quads, straight like that Ray Ray: Straight like that huh? [Verse 1: The Game] We grew up as friends, we was 10, lil n***as on the block He ain't have his own basketball, so we shared my rock His mama was a fiend, he ain't heard from his pops He used to share my clothes with him all the way down to his socks He would spend the night, that one night would turn into a week At least until his mama got back on her feet and she never did So he moved in with me, my mama, and my sisters Couldn't let him go to foster care 'cause she ain't trust the system So she took care of him like he was me Gave us everythin' she could back when sh** was all good [Hook: The Game] Just some young n***as We was just some young n***as We was just some young n***as [Verse 2: The Game] n***as turned 12 in '92, we was headed to the 7th grade Runnin' 'round, stealin' cars, dreamin' about the better days Duckin' strays, catchin' fades, tryna make it through this maze Teachers out here smokin' J's and wonder why we misbehave Same book, different page, another year, different age Cross colors, colors cross, bows turnin' into fades He started Crippin', I started Bloodin' Now we walkin' through the halls of school Like we don't even know each other Young n***as [Hook: Sonyae Elise & The Game] Young n***as, out in these streets We was just some young n***as All in these streets to feed Young n***as Lord knows I don't want no enemies, yeah Young n***as in these, ohh [Verse 3: The Game] Started off as brothers but sometimes sh** fall apart How can I hate this n***a with all this love up in my heart With this n***a mean muggin' every time we in the cla** n***a tuck that blue rag or I'ma beat your f**in' a** Guess my mind gone Caught him after school, he ain't had no ride home Still got that rag hangin', that's what got him fired on He pulled the strap ,so I pistol whipped him with the chrome Wasn't tryna k** him, coulda pulled the trigger I was just a young n***a [Hook: Sonyae Elise & The Game] Young n***as, out in these streets Just a young n***a All in these streets to feed Just a young n***a Lord knows I don't want no enemies, yeah I was just a young n***a Young n***as in these, ohh [Verse 4: The Game] Whopped my n***a a**, he ain't take it on the chin Rumor startin' to spread, I guess it's on when I see him Two weeks pa** and graduation came around I was walkin' through the choir, .45 under my gown Had to take a leak, so I headed to the bathroom Corner of my eye, seen him comin' out of the cla** room We exchange words, so I co*ked the 45th He shot, I shot back, thank God I ain't get hit But damn I miss my young n***a [Hook: Sonyae Elise & The Game] Young n***as, out in these streets Just a young n***a All in these streets to feed Just a young n***a Lord knows I don't want no enemies, yeah Young n***as in these, ohh [Outro: Sonyae Elise] Young n***as, young n***as, young n***as I ain't the one n***a Damn I miss my young n***as