and we stop up high (thank you lord, thank you lord) [Verse 1:] Wait a minute dawg can we take a second let me thank the lord let me count my blessings
we stop up high (thank you lord, thank you lord) [Verse 1:] Wait a minute dawg can we take a second let me thank the lord let me count my blessings thank
set it at WHOA! Your flow ain't WHOA! Your crew ain't WHOA! Your ice ain't WHOA! Your Benz ain't WHOA! Black Rob, M.A.F.I.A., smoke 'dro Get dough, nice
uh-uh-uh, hey [Kyleon] I know you see, Kyle body rocking With a star at the bar twisted cigar, while the X got her body popping Everybody's chopping, on bottles of dro
attacking a flow You see me in them streets, you know I'm packing a fo' With a sack of that dro, trying to mack at your hoe A young rich nigga, with his
Residing the Boss, of the Boyz N Blue Young Slim T, H-U to the G Bout to get this shit jumping, like it's 'pose to be I keep the dro close to me, stays
the drop with the glock cocked, you know I keep that iron tight I'm getting brain from a tight dame on North Maine in the turning lane I'm young and rich
tell me who do I compete with I'm on my elite shit; you could tell I'm real Cause I'm getting hood loving, I ain't even talking street shit Young angel, young
(feat. Almighty Infinite , Big Boy, Buddah Bless , E) [Intro: Almighty Infinite (Boy Big)] I remember when he was a young boy, I knew his mama for years
What Young Noble nigga Get it right [Verse 1: Young Noble] For the world My girl My kid My dog And I know you mad at Pac for creating the Outlawz
womb Cool, ooh, that's cool [Lil' Brotha] You see, I cock back glocks, got more pull than slang shots Hit G spots by givin hoes back shots I'm a young
can say to me when u be breathless [Hook] young but i done did to too much shit i smoke like an O a day nothing but the DrO and Haze so u know i
[Young Dro: Talkin] Ay Boi Wats Up, Wats Hannenin Its Ya Boy Young Dro Fuckin Around With Me Man Ima Teach Ya Niggas How To Cry Ya Keep Fuckin With Me
from head to toe Everywhere we go, more hoes, and plenty of dro Everywhere we go, more shows, and plenty of dough It's young noe, adi, young buck and
30 below minus the wind chill Ain't I packing chrome? Ain't I blowing strong? Ain't I, ain't I, ain't I, ain't I got it going on? Young Dro Ain't I,
drop with the glock cocked, you know I keep that iron tight I'm getting brain from a tight dame on North Maine in the turning lane I'm young and rich
who do i compete with I'm on my elite shit, you can tell im real cuz i'm gettin hood love And i aint even talkin street shit Young angel, young lie and
