Слова:
Die Young For The Kids

clap with your frame like a fucking garage (Yeaaaah) This hood shit, you and Drake ain't built for -- This the shit the other bitch almost got killed for

click is in it 'til it's over, never sober Bustin' over, layin' Elaine with the cane and the Rover Pray to Jehovah for the nigga with the Ruger The young

This one for the hood right here Song dedicated anybody out there that got some dreams Don't give up on your dreams real talk Ready kids, let's go Dreamin

I like to whistle this funny little song I sang in my army days when I was young A hot air balloon I will float away At times I'm holding you My kids

on it Hit'cha corner with the lights out, bitch it's on Duck down wit'cha kids, you know what you did Motherfuck what your niggas say, watch for the ricochet

Yo, Ice, you been down with the struggle for a long time, man Why don't you drop some knowledge for these brothers Who want to get involved in this war

won't get no second chance And get fucked in this biz without a kiss or a dance The game is to exploit young ghetto kids A straight pimp game and there

sell-out Never sell out, youknowhatI'msayin'? You gotta stay down for yours You know I want it, sure as I'm Ice-T I make records for you, but this one's for

fiends for a fee Their dream is to re-up to a ki Cops watch the influx of dope through a telescope Snitches in the game, give the young G's names Bitches