lirik lagu young noble – raised as 1
[intro: young n0ble]
jersey mob sh~t (outlaws)
who f~ckin’ with this?
raised as one (one love)
none of y’all busta ass n~ggas (one thug, one nation)
yeah
gangstas is raised as one, f~ck y’all (one)
one team one mothaf~ckin’ we all we got n~gga
one love n~gga one love
[verse 1: young n0ble]
ayo, we all move together
went to school together (school together)
hold tools whenever, cool as ever
nast’ new forever (nasty new) i choose the chеddar
f~ck these ho’s don’t f~ck with n0be
i’m touchin’ souls so f~ck parolе (f~ck parole)
these mothaf~cka’s better slow they roll
’cause you can get touched any given day you can be stuck
walkin’ down your block, mindin’ your biz’
no time for a bid go and rob but got no time for a kid
and n~gga n0be gettin’ down for his (down for his)
catch us slippin’ on a late night, pound ya wigs (ugh)
picture me thuggin’ on the block with clips
numb til i see the sun tryna knock of nicks (what you need?)
my lil d see he feelin’ the same
all hail outlaw recordz, we k!llin’ the game (what?)
the homie pac told me drill ’em with pain
the homie yak said spit at ’em with critical game
sh~t is the same, n~ggas ain’t changed since ’89 (nah)
many heads on the block, but i made me mine
a crazy time, we livin’ for this (livin’ for this)
don’t n0body else care, so we ain’t givin’ a sh~t
[chorus: young n0ble]
why snitches die old and soldiers die young?
we all growin’ in the slum don’t be playin’ with guns
lil n~ggas on the run, better days’ll come
young thugs all raised as one where we at
why snitches die old and soldiers die young?
we all growin’ in the slum don’t be playin’ with guns
lil n~ggas on the run, better days’ll come
young thugs all raised as one, raised as one
[verse 2: muszamil]
i put my nuts and my heart in this sh~t
them n~ggas soft and they draw us like a lil ol b~tch
i knew it, he ran his mouth off and he ain’t even do sh~t
a real n~gga wouldn’t even spoken [?]
he could have got k!lled in here, doin that dumb sh~t
ain’t no love left this year
i love girls that steady spit with extra long clips
a heavier clip that i’ll bury your chest with
[verse 3: lil d]
yo, why do snitches die old and soldiers young
why do fake n~ggas live and the real die by the gun?
that sh~t got me strung, ready to k!ll
n0ble for real, heat a n~gga up and let’s peal
when we gon’ bomb on these b~tch made n~ggas
outlaws remember that we raise triggas
new street, i’m biggin’ up the hood ‘n’ sh~t
we fight like brothers, but it’s all good ‘n’ sh~t
we stay strong, us thug n~ggas gon live long
for them fakes, .280’s aimin’ at ya teflon
k!lla cash you know i can’t forget you son
we was raised around guns had a chance to play as one
a lil n~gga on the run, gotta eat myself
get money on my own, i ain’t gettin’ no help
we outlaws
[chorus: young n0ble]
why snitches die old and soldiers die young?
we all growin’ in the slum don’t be playin’ with guns
lil n~ggas on the run, better days’ll come
young thugs all raised as one where we at
why snitches die old and soldiers die young?
we all growin’ in the slum don’t be playin’ with guns
lil n~ggas on the run, better days’ll come
young thugs all raised as one, raised as one
[verse 4: dirty bert]
que pasa loco? be stumped some call me broke though
thug thang , plush thang, thirsty for dough
blame it on the liquor i sip, f~ck the po po
tryna bag a n~gga like that movin’ in slow mo
collat colosso let me spark it i’m large
blow hot hollows in your fossil since you ‘posed to be hard
what’s the odds to meet, on yo block lookin’ to rob?
leave ya f~ggot ass off guard crippled and scarred
triple the squad like all my dogs spittin for ours
focus ya eyes on the dopest n~gga, smoke ya mom
like you smell a taco, roastin out on the grill
with [?]~~ ~ words spill swerve and peel
dirty bert, dirty jerz n~gga word to steel
lil d crooked mc merc for real
bodily harm, shotty long, i could be gone
sawed off knock your b~lls off, look at me wrong
[verse 5: shorty b]
i wrote a letter to god asked him to save me from this penitentiary
and got me drinkin’ on this hennessy
seems like [?] my clips gettin’ bigger
k!lled my homie pac in vegas so i doubt that other n~gga
popa can you say a prayer for your one and only
and i pull a little somethin out and this is for my homies
i can’t stop, i won’t stop but i wish i could
i stop long and poppin’ shot and this was for my hood
i 1~800’d d~o~d but he ain’t takin’ my call
i think satan’s got my number yes yes
[chorus: young n0ble]
why snitches die old and soldiers die young?
we all growin’ in the slum don’t be playin’ with guns
lil n~ggas on the run, better days’ll come
young thugs all raised as one where we at
why snitches die old and soldiers die young?
we all growin’ in the slum don’t be playin’ with guns
lil n~ggas on the run, better days’ll come
young thugs all raised as one
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