Слова:
Loud Youth Look Out

We took a drive to the cemetery That man over there looks pretty scary It's 8:00 on a summer night But I don't understand why it's so bright Look out

fuckin' jewelry Came from the crack house, back room, black out Smoke hit they lungs, make 'em UFC tap out No plan B, it was nothin' else to map out

to do what I got to do out here so I can survive) I got my education on the streets And I learned how to spit rhymes out with or without beats To say

throughout history. Kids come around corners to a multitude of casualties. We spent a few hours circling the city. Like a hawk out on the highways. We were looking

with me [Chorus: DMX] Look at my life.. look at how I live Look at what I go through.. so what I've got to give (THIS IS IT!!) Look at my li-ife..

attracted his eyes sad devotion, For it rose o'er his own native isle of the ocean, When once in the fire of his youthful emotion, He sang the loud anthem

n to Stroller dem We rock mics anywhere, we get a hold a dem Wid di Muffin looking over, we shoulder dem Better read out all mi portfolio dem Well, it

still singing for tonight [Chorus] Saturday night, reminisce and renegade. We're on a mission to no submission. The brigade, the youth is on the loose tonight and we shout it out loud

still livin', even my pops too He taught me how to shoot when I was seven I used to bust shots crazy I couldn't even look because the loud sound used