: Money Made No Change In fact it was More Pain B?s gone Who?s To Blame? Look At All These Youths Today Rollin? Round with 38?s Stickin Bredda?s For the White Gold Chains
up Seen, I you a hear me Wicked ina de ghetto my brother Wicked to the mass And you done know the man have youth and youth and youth a come up And you
I'm gettin high, so a nigga think he touch the sky Turn tough inside, in the rush to die Livin life as a Thug time to face the truth What's goin on with the wasted youth
can't fade me Stop me clock me cops wanna glock me mutha fuck mutha fuck pigs can't stop me UHH, am I a G, I got proof Banged in my youth, keep niggas
us one by one In one way or another American will find a way to eliminate the problem One by one The problem is the troubles in the black youth of
He's got his mother's eyes There's gladness in his heart He's young and he's wild My only prayer is, if I can't be there, Lord, protect my child As his youth
action than Roscoe beatin James Todd Sr. across the back with vacuum cleaner attachments {Ow! Ow! Ow!} I grew up in a wild hood, as a hazardous youth
of di youths wid di schooling dem have Can't get no money from legitimate jobs Then you wonder why dem grab chain and bags You influence the youths fi
chest mi bun Certain loud rowdy talking interest mi gun Now mi come fi bun down all material object Wid a raas claat gold chain 'round me neck Me bun
this year" [P. Smith] "Jam's off the meter yo, this {shit} is hot" "There's always ONE.. (ONE!)" [Rebel INS] "Amateurs get hung with they own gold chains
him go He wants to travel but don't wanna go solo Daddy when I grow up I want to be a silent hero Standing by a legacy that wasn't very bad Chained
u-t-u-r-e Should be a positive thang Body & Soul and you, we're in the same gang [Def Jef] One and the same Everyone came in the same chains Caught with
pedal in cos they teefed my bike Again, suppose I got myself to blame See it never woulda happened if I?d used two chains Looks of disgust on the
They can't believe we're living represenatives It gives light unto the Gen. X and Y, resolution With no generic reply I stand aside a genre that's on a tear Broken chains
streets were deserted though the police were alerted, They considered the phone call a hoax. Furtively glancing then jauntily prancing The youth caught
fucked her but you paid her i paid her but i probably pay more whip need 4 horse 2 chains 2 doors 2 seats 2 glocks jamming at the youth spot (Thanks
then disappear like J.D. Salinger, As whack emcee's continue scuffin' their knees, Suckin' the dicks of A&R's just to get their platinum chains and cars
Through they neighborhoods and all of the wolves in it It's already controlled in it Seen it come and go, sellin they soul in it Diamond and gold plated Fountain of youth