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young noble - raised as 1 كلمات الأغنية

[intro: young n0ble]
jersey mob sh_t (outlaws)
who f_ckin’ with this?
raised as one (one love)
none of y’all busta ass n_ggas (one thug, one nation)
yeah
gangstas is raised as one, f_ck y’all (one)
one team one mothaf_ckin’ we all we got n_gga
one love n_gga one love

[verse 1: young n0ble]
ayo, we all move together
went to school together (school together)
hold tools whenever, cool as ever
nast’ new forever (nasty new) i choose the chеddar
f_ck these ho’s don’t f_ck with n0be
i’m touchin’ souls so f_ck parolе (f_ck parole)
these mothaf_cka’s better slow they roll
’cause you can get touched any given day you can be stuck
walkin’ down your block, mindin’ your biz’
no time for a bid go and rob but got no time for a kid
and n_gga n0be gettin’ down for his (down for his)
catch us slippin’ on a late night, pound ya wigs (ugh)
picture me thuggin’ on the block with clips
numb til i see the sun tryna knock of nicks (what you need?)
my lil d see he feelin’ the same
all hail outlaw recordz, we k!llin’ the game (what?)
the homie pac told me drill ’em with pain
the homie yak said spit at ’em with critical game
sh_t is the same, n_ggas ain’t changed since ’89 (nah)
many heads on the block, but i made me mine
a crazy time, we livin’ for this (livin’ for this)
don’t n0body else care, so we ain’t givin’ a sh_t
[chorus: young n0ble]
why snitches die old and soldiers die young?
we all growin’ in the slum don’t be playin’ with guns
lil n_ggas on the run, better days’ll come
young thugs all raised as one where we at
why snitches die old and soldiers die young?
we all growin’ in the slum don’t be playin’ with guns
lil n_ggas on the run, better days’ll come
young thugs all raised as one, raised as one

[verse 2: muszamil]
i put my nuts and my heart in this sh_t
them n_ggas soft and they draw us like a lil ol b_tch
i knew it, he ran his mouth off and he ain’t even do sh_t
a real n_gga wouldn’t even spoken [?]
he could have got k!lled in here, doin that dumb sh_t
ain’t no love left this year
i love girls that steady spit with extra long clips
a heavier clip that i’ll bury your chest with

[verse 3: lil d]
yo, why do snitches die old and soldiers young
why do fake n_ggas live and the real die by the gun?
that sh_t got me strung, ready to k!ll
n0ble for real, heat a n_gga up and let’s peal
when we gon’ bomb on these b_tch made n_ggas
outlaws remember that we raise triggas
new street, i’m biggin’ up the hood ‘n’ sh_t
we fight like brothers, but it’s all good ‘n’ sh_t
we stay strong, us thug n_ggas gon live long
for them fakes, .280’s aimin’ at ya teflon
k!lla cash you know i can’t forget you son
we was raised around guns had a chance to play as one
a lil n_gga on the run, gotta eat myself
get money on my own, i ain’t gettin’ no help
we outlaws
[chorus: young n0ble]
why snitches die old and soldiers die young?
we all growin’ in the slum don’t be playin’ with guns
lil n_ggas on the run, better days’ll come
young thugs all raised as one where we at
why snitches die old and soldiers die young?
we all growin’ in the slum don’t be playin’ with guns
lil n_ggas on the run, better days’ll come
young thugs all raised as one, raised as one

[verse 4: dirty bert]
que pasa loco? be stumped some call me broke though
thug thang , plush thang, thirsty for dough
blame it on the liquor i sip, f_ck the po po
tryna bag a n_gga like that movin’ in slow mo
collat colosso let me spark it i’m large
blow hot hollows in your fossil since you ‘posed to be hard
what’s the odds to meet, on yo block lookin’ to rob?
leave ya f_ggot ass off guard crippled and scarred
triple the squad like all my dogs spittin for ours
focus ya eyes on the dopest n_gga, smoke ya mom
like you smell a taco, roastin out on the grill
with [?]__ _ words spill swerve and peel
dirty bert, dirty jerz n_gga word to steel
lil d crooked mc merc for real
bodily harm, shotty long, i could be gone
sawed off knock your b_lls off, look at me wrong
[verse 5: shorty b]
i wrote a letter to god asked him to save me from this penitentiary
and got me drinkin’ on this hennessy
seems like [?] my clips gettin’ bigger
k!lled my homie pac in vegas so i doubt that other n_gga
popa can you say a prayer for your one and only
and i pull a little somethin out and this is for my homies
i can’t stop, i won’t stop but i wish i could
i stop long and poppin’ shot and this was for my hood
i 1_800’d d_o_d but he ain’t takin’ my call
i think satan’s got my number yes yes

[chorus: young n0ble]
why snitches die old and soldiers die young?
we all growin’ in the slum don’t be playin’ with guns
lil n_ggas on the run, better days’ll come
young thugs all raised as one where we at
why snitches die old and soldiers die young?
we all growin’ in the slum don’t be playin’ with guns
lil n_ggas on the run, better days’ll come
young thugs all raised as one

- young noble

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