Artist: Kurupt f/ Yung JR Album: Money, Bitches, Power Song: Kill It Typed by: westbingmanson@gmail.com [Intro: Kurupt, Yung JR] Living proof my nigga Yea Yea Kurupt It's Youngin, this real rap Trap, trap, trap [Verse 1: Yung JR] Look, I remember waitin on the 1st and 15th for some food stamps And if you didn't had J's went in the cool camp Me and Murda went to Graystood Elementary We was thuggin young, bangin on our enemies Granny raised me nigga but I took care of myself Way back when I had to hug my father through a cell And I respect for tryna feed a nigga But it wasn't easy growin up without no father figure But I love him, when he came home I jumped into his arms And I hugged him, and some tears fell down He asked what's wrong and I said nothing I still remember my granny telling me Yungin get the dough When I opened it was my father standing there with some locals [Bridge: Yung JR] Haha, with a Jerry curl One of the best days of my life nigga Yea, (trap, trap) uh, look [Verse 2: Yung JR] And I ain't never been that nigga on that tough act It's NY City, any nigga can get busted And nowadays the OG's don't get respect no mo Young nigga strapped up, won't hesitate to let him blow Niggas got a problem with you, they won't even let you know Be all up in yo face nigga Real one to poke a ho Yea, so if you hatin on a nigga There's something I have to let you know nigga Look (trap, trap, trap) [Chorus: Yung JR] Even though you hatin on a nigga I be wishin for the best for you nigga I am no hater, I ain't hatin on no nigga So I just pray for you hatin ass niggas [Verse 3: Kurupt] Nah, it's consensual with elephants and monesters I'm smashin through the hood with all my little youngsters My big homie, taught me bout the way of life Heavy back accounts and now slide it twice When my mama passed, my life crashed Head on collision and then my mind collapsed I'm thinking bout coca sacks, Cadillacs Quarter sacks, doin about 100 racks I told er mama look, one day I'll get it I got the hood behind me mama and they all with it Yall niggas gimmicks, I'm livin proof See I really lived it, in and out the booth I'm bout to get this can nigga out the business I love all my hoes, can't live without the bitches And yea them still No matter what and how I feel Money motivation, get it close and bang the pavement The party crazy, gang affiliates about to some chasin Money boys love the hood, bless the natures and the Matrix I could make you hate the way you take it ‘cause you niggas fake it (trap, trap, trap) [Bridge: Kurupt] Yea, you niggas fake it And a nigga like me, I can't take it My thought process, I am thoughtless And it's like time, I'm living thoughtless All these years that I've fought stress To get me this note and this sport tress Whirlpool go tacks Bitch nigga, bitch nigga [Chorus: Yung JR] Even though you hatin on a nigga I be wishin for the best for you nigga I am no hater, I ain't hatin on no nigga So I just pray for you hatin ass niggas