Young Brothas Lyrics - Wu-syndicate

Intro: Myalansky [Joe Mafia] 

Young brotha, take a look around [All ya young niggas] 

At the starvation, legal murder [watch yourself blood] 

Abortion, as the death rate increases [I feel for you son] 

Life the ghetto, my peoples [word up, what up all ya niggas] 

Wu-Syndicate, rest in peace 

all those who didn't make it all these years [Stop] 

Hold your head, grap your umbrellas [Word] 

[Myalansky] 

UFO swarm your city, older cats retire 

Shorty fantasizing "When I grow up, I'll be the livest" 

Well known threw the high school 

Little knucklehead, gettin high too 

Fightin in class, rockin Levi shoes 

Short ass suit, swing valleys 

Sayin one day, he'll be paid lavage 

Bangin fly Canadian chick named Tamia 

Saint Gria, fine wine, don doddy, why? 

Corporate blindsides, the frontlines survive 

It be down little shorties watching they don't give a fuck 

Locked up, now your love caught a lee, now what? 

Chorus: Myalansky 

Everything in life, ain't always what it seems 

Keep it real with reality, stop the illusion, chasing the dream 

Many lives lost through the struggle, children cry 

Look at the stressed mother, family losed a love 

Young Brotha 

For all of my young niggas, take this true baby 

[Joe Mafia] 

Project long knights move 

You bitter sweet killers with murder fleets 

The slaughter hold heat 

So many drugs, my thugs O.D. 

Knockin O.D.'s to give at this 

Wildin out, who's the livest? 

Stayin the flyest 

Ya name ring, iced chain swing 

Shorties wan't too much expose to the game of drug sling 

Not knowin who to trust 

Lost your mind a long time ago 

Fuck a nine to five, but yo don't waste time to blow the fast life 

Got you livin on the edge, speedballin nigga note the ledge 

Why you wastin your time, shinin for egg head 

Night cat, see ya life flash, and get a thrill thuggin 

Stop frontin, rockin Slot Time caught in the cross bustin 

Chorus 

Outro 

Shit is real, all my young brothas 

East the West coast, Los Angelese, N.Y.C. 

Much respect to nigga Tony Alfred from Brownsville 

My man Shawn Harper, all my cats 

Young Brothas 

Brown 

Keep Focus 

All my niggas that got put through the ground 

Locked down 

See where you headin shorty 

I used to be you