Raised As 1

Lyrics

[Intro: Young Noble] Jersey mob shit (Outlaws) Who fuckin' with this? Raised as one (One love) None of y'all busta ass niggas (One thug, One Nation) Yeah Gangstas is raised as one, fuck y'all (One) One team one mothafuckin' we all we got nigga One love nigga one love [Verse 1: Young Noble] 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 Fuck these ho's don't fuck with Nobe I'm touchin' souls so fuck parolе (Fuck parole) These mothafucka'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 nigga Nobe 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 killin' the game (What?) The homie Pac told me drill 'em with pain The homie Yak said spit at 'em with critical game Shit is the same, niggas 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 nobody else care, so we ain't givin' a shit [Chorus: Young Noble] Why snitches die old and soldiers die young? We all growin' in the slum don't be playin' with guns Lil niggas 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 niggas 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 shit Them niggas soft and they draw us like a lil ol bitch I knew it, he ran his mouth off and he ain't even do shit A real nigga wouldn't even spoken [?] He could have got killed in here, doin that dumb shit 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 niggas live and the real die by the gun? That shit got me strung, ready to kill Noble for real, heat a nigga up and let's peal When we gon' bomb on these bitch made niggas Outlaws remember that we raise triggas New Street, I'm biggin' up the hood 'n' shit We fight like brothers, but it's all good 'n' shit We stay strong, us thug niggas gon live long For them fakes, .280's aimin' at ya teflon Killa Cash you know I can't forget you son We was raised around guns had a chance to play as one A lil nigga on the run, gotta eat myself Get money on my own, I ain't gettin' no help We Outlaws [Chorus: Young Noble] Why snitches die old and soldiers die young? We all growin' in the slum don't be playin' with guns Lil niggas 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 niggas 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, fuck the po po Tryna bag a nigga 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 faggot ass off guard crippled and scarred Triple the squad like all my dogs spittin for ours Focus ya eyes on the dopest nigga, smoke ya mom Like you smell a taco, roastin out on the grill With [?]-- - Words spill swerve and peel Dirty Bert, dirty Jerz nigga word to steel Lil D crooked MC merc for real Bodily harm, shotty long, I could be gone Sawed off knock your balls 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 Killed my homie Pac in vegas so I doubt that other nigga 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 Noble] Why snitches die old and soldiers die young? We all growin' in the slum don't be playin' with guns Lil niggas 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 niggas on the run, better days'll come Young thugs all raised as one