I wanna dedicate this one to Robert "yummy" Sanderford. and all tha other little young niggas. that's in tha rush to be gangstas.... As a Young Nigga. I'm almost runnin' in the wind. give anything. to be that innocent again. when I was ten. I didn't bang. but I was hangin with tha homies. till them niggas started slangin'. now they don't know me. I got my hustle on. learned to ignore. what coulda fade me lately I been tryin to make a million. can you blame me with that jelousy they wanna diss me. don't sweat me. if tha cowards really want me. come get me. and even I. someday will die. but I'm cautious up in my ride. put down the top. now we flossin. hit the freeway. let the wind blow. drop the window. workin with a 20 sack a indo. feelin' good. stop through the hood. grab tha young thugs. and I can't help but reminice back when we slung drugs. it was bad. but all we had was our hopes and dreams. couldn't see unless we learned to slang dope to fiends. . Chorus. your the kind of G like everyone knows. He's always G'ed up from head to toe. [My memories as a young nigga]. always got it flown like Al Capone. He's the kind of G out there I know. back in Jr. High. when we was barely getting by. when daddy died. that's when my momma started gettin high. my neighborhood was full of drive-bys. couldn't survive. all my homies livin short lives. I couldn't cry. told my momma if I did die. just put a blunt in my casket. let me get my dead homies high. then follow me throughout my history. it's just me against the world. stuck in misory. as a young nigga. my only thing is to get paid. life full of riches. avoid snitches cause they shadey. back in the day. we always had the time to play. but after they taught them gangbangers how to spray. not just La. but in the Bay and Chicago and even St. Louis. every stadium that I go. when will they change?. stuck in the game like a dumb nigga. remember how it was.... to be a young nigga. . Chorus. You're the kind of G like everyone knows. He's always G'ed up from head to toe. [My memories as a young nigga]. always got it flown like Al Capone. He's the kind of G out there I know. . Bridge. I'm tellin you if your young have your brains and have every limb and. all that.....ya'll niggas don't know how good you really do got it.. Motherfuckers need to just calm down and peep what they wanna do for tha rest.. before you end your life before you begin your life. ya dumb nigga. Now that I'm grown. I got my mind on being something. don't wanna be another statistic. out there doin nothin. tryin to maintain in this dirty game. keep it real and I will. even if it kills me. my young niggas. brake away from these dumb niggas. put down the guns and have some fun nigga. tha rest will come. figure fame is a fast thang. they're gangbangin puttin niggas in a casket. murdered for hangin at tha wrong place at the wrong time. no longer livin. cause he trew up tha wrong sign. and everyday. I watch tha murder rate increase. and even worse. tha eppidemics and diseases. what is the future?. the projects lookin hopless. there more and more brothas givin up. a don't care. sometimes I hate when brothers act up. I hit tha weed. and I procced to blow the track up. for young niggas. . Chorus. your the kind of G like everyone knows. He's always G'ed up from head to toe. [My memories as a young nigga]. always got it flown like Al Capone. He's the kind of G out there I know. [repeat chorus overtop of lyrics below]. this goes out to the young thugs. have nots. the little bad motherfuckers from tha block. those niggas that's 13 and 14 and drivin' cadilacs and benzs and shit. young motherfuckin hustlers. stay strong nigga. you could be a fucken accountant not a dope dealer ya know what I'm sayin?. fuck around and be pimpin put here. you could be a lawyer. niggas gotta get they priorities straight. . young niggas little rah rah especially my little cousin.... . fade chorus out...