Testi:
Kill The Young She S Got It All

s no mistake, she's got it all There's no mistake Her coloured hair, her fashion sense The way she walks. It's what she wore There's no mistake, she's got it

y'all! Mr. Mixx! Marquis! Bringin' itback y'all! Break it down now! [Verse 2: Brother Marquis] All alone on a Saturday night Smokin' on a blunt, feelin' all

' through the sand Holdin' hands, and makin' life long plans It's cold how the game switched, I'm respected But it's twisted how it seem that you can't except it

We cross driven, cornered into a life that's hellish Payin our dues with bloodshed, ain't s**t y'all could tell us Fellas - mount up, it's time for battle, it's

the fullest Be quick to kill a bull got a pistol motherfucker better pull it And even if they kill me They can never take the life of a young G I'm

pain, watchin as your mother cries? Will all your homies ride? Or will they all get high, and talk about how you died? Young niggaz on a mission to compete

let up I try to keep my head up, and still keep from gettin wet up You know it's funny when it rains it pours They got money for wars, but can't feed

bigger keyz Ah slide through da p's Neck like mr. t's N it's 99 degrees but ma wrist on freeze I'll risk it all for da love uh da doe So ma mother can

all niggas that do it I love [B.I.G.] To all my Brooklyn (Niggas!) To all my Uptown (You niggas understand?!) To all my Bronx (It's war nigga) To all