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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?, we grew up as friends, we was 10, lil niggas 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 a 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 everything she could back when shit was all good, just some young niggas, we was just some young niggas, we was just some young niggas, niggas turned 12 in '92, we was headed to the 7th grade, running 'round, stealing cars, dreaming about the better days, ducking strays, catching fades tryna make it through this maze, teachers out here smoking j's and wonder why we misbehave, same book, different page, another year, different age, cross colors, colors cross, bows turning into fades, he started cripping, i started blooding, now we walking through the halls of school like we don't even know each other, young nigga out in these streets, we was just some young niggas, young niggas, started off as brothers but sometimes shit falls apart, how can i hate this nigga with all this love up in my heart, with this nigga mean mugging, every time we in the class, nigga tuck that blue rag or i'm beat your fucking ass, guess my mind gone, caught him after school, he ain't had no ride home, still got that rag hanging, that's what got him fired on, he pulled the strap so i pistol whipped him with the chrome, wasn't tryna kill him, coulda pulled the trigger, i was just a young nigga, young nigga out in these streets, just a young nigga, just a young nigga, i was just a young nigga, whopped my nigga ass, he ain't take it on the chin, rumor started to spread, guess i saw him when i see him, two weeks pass and graduation came around, i was walking through the choir,45 under my gown, had to take a leak, so i headed to the bathroom, corner of my eye, see him coming out of the class room, we exchange words so i cocked the 45th, he shot, i shot back, thank god i ain't get hit, but damn i miss my young nigga, just a young nigga, just a young nigga, young niggas, young niggas, young niggas, i ain't the one nigga, down with my young niggas
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Artist: game, the