Young Niggaz
2Pac Lyrics

I want to dedicate this one to Robert 'Yummy' Sanderford And all other lil' young niggas that's in a rush to be gangstas
This song is for Robert 'Yummy' Sanderford and all the young people who think they need to be gangsters.

As a young nigga, I'm almost swellin' in the wind Give anything, to be that innocent again, when I was ten
As a young person, I feel lost and overwhelmed, and I would give anything to be innocent and carefree like I was when I was ten years old.

I didn't bang but I was hangin' with the homies Tell them niggas started slangin' that they don't know me
I didn't participate in gang activity, but I used to hang out with people who did. I don't associate with them anymore.

I got my hustle on, learned to ignore what couldn't pay me Lately I've been tryna make a billion, can you play me
I've been working hard to make money and ignoring things that won't benefit me. Nowadays, I'm focused on making a lot of money, can you understand me?

With that jealousy they need to miss me, don't sweat me If them cowards really want me, come get me, and even I Someday will die but I'm cautious, I'm fin' to ride
People who are jealous of me need to leave me alone. If my enemies want to fight me, they can come find me. I'm aware that I might die someday, but I'm always going to be careful and ready to take action.

Put down the top, now we flossin' Hit the freeway, let the wind blow, drop the window Workin' with a twenty sack of Indo, feelin' good Stop through the hood, grab the young thugs And I can't help but reminisce back when we slung drugs, know it's bad But all we had was our hopes and dreams Couldn't see unless we learned to slang dope to fiends, as young niggas
We're cruising with the top down, feeling fancy. We have some marijuana and we're stopping to see some young gangsters. I can't help but remember when we used to sell drugs to make money because that's all we knew how to do.

He's the kind of G like everybody knows As a young nigga He's always G'd up, from head to toe My memories as a young nigga Always got it blown like Al Capone Young nigga He's the downest G I've ever known
This person is a well-known gangster. When I was younger, I remember him dressing in gangster gear from head to toe and always being flashy like Al Capone. He's the most legit gangster I know.

Back in Junior High, when we was barely gettin' by, when daddy died That's when my mama started gettin' high My neighborhood was full of drive-by's, couldn't survive All our homies livin' short lives, I couldn't cry Told my mama if I did die, just put a blunt in my casket Let me get my dead homies high
When I was in junior high, we were barely surviving and my mother started using drugs after my father died. In our neighborhood, there were constant shootings and many of our friends died young. I was so sad I couldn't cry. I told my mother that if I ever died, she should put a joint in my casket so I could smoke with my deceased friends.

Come follow me throughout my history It's just me against the world, stuck in misery, as a young nigga My only thing was to be paid Life full of riches, avoid snitches 'cause they shady, back in the days
Follow my life story. I feel like it's just me against the world, and I'm stuck in my misery as a young person. All I ever wanted was to make money and have a luxurious life, but I know I need to avoid informants because they are untrustworthy.

We always found the time to play But that's before they taught them gang-bangers how to spray Not just L.A., but in the Bay and in Chicago and even St. Louis Every stadium that I go, when will they change? Stuck in the game like a dumb nigga
When we were younger, we had time to play and be carefree. But now, there are gang members everywhere who know how to use guns. It's not just in L.A, it's all over the country. When will things change? I feel like I'm trapped in this lifestyle like a fool.

Remember how it was, to be a young nigga I'm telling you To be young, have your brains and have every limb and all that Yo, y'all niggas don't know how good you really do got it Motherfuckers need to just calm down And peep what the fuck they want to do for the rest of their life 'Fore you end your life before you begin your life You dumb, nigga
I'm reminding you of what it was like to be young and carefree. You guys don't know how good you have it. You need to calm down and figure out what you want to do with your life before it's too late. Don't be foolish.

Now that I'm grown, I got my mind on bein' somethin' Don't wanna be another statistic, out here doin' nothin' Tryna maintain in this dirty game, keep it real And I will even if it kills me, my young niggas Break away from these dumb niggas Put down the guns and have some fun, nigga, the rest'll come, nigga
Now that I'm older, I'm focused on being successful and not ending up like so many others who achieved nothing. I'm trying to maintain in this tough world and be authentic, even if it means risking my life. I urge other young people to break away from foolish people, put down weapons and have fun.

Fame is a fast thing, that gang bangin' Puttin' niggas in a casket, murdered for hangin' At the wrong place at the wrong time, no longer livin' 'Cause he threw up the wrong sign, and every day I watch the murder rate increases, and even worse The epidemic and diseases, what is the future? The projects lookin' hopeless, where More and more brothers givin' up and don't care Sometimes I hate when brothers act up, I hit the weed And I proceed to blow the track up, for young niggas
Gangbanging is dangerous and leads to death. People are being killed for simply being in the wrong place at the wrong time or flashing the wrong gang sign. The murder rate and disease rate are increasing every day and the future looks bleak. Young black men are giving up and losing hope. Sometimes I just smoke weed to deal with my frustration and make music for young people.

Move slow, nigga It's for the young niggas As a young nigga (he's the kind of G like everybody knows) This go out to the young thugs, the have-nots (you know) Little bad motherfuckers from the block (that's right) Them niggas that's thirteen and fourteen Drivin' Cadillacs, Benz's and shit (I see you, boy) Young motherfuckin' hustlers (make that money, boy) Stay strong, nigga You could be a fuckin' accountant, not a dope dealer You know what I'm sayin'? (go to school nigga, go to school) Fuck around and, you pimpin' out here You could be a lawyer (really, though) Niggas gotta get they priorities straight (Don't see Johnny Cochran out in this motherfucker) Really though, young niggas, little RahRah ('sup, nigga?) Especially my little cousins, don't be no dumb guy (Don't be a dumb nigga, listen, young niggas) (Young nigga) Like (young nigga) like Al Capone (always got it blown) (Young nigga) (ooh, Al Capone) (Downest G, downest G) (Ooh, like Al Capone) G-Money, ooh
Young guys, take things slow and don't rush into anything. This song is for you, especially those tough kids from the block driving luxury cars. Keep hustling but don't resort to selling drugs, become an accountant or lawyer instead. Get your priorities straight. Don't follow the path of Al Capone or other gangsters. This is dedicated to young people like my cousin RahRah, don't be foolish and listen up.