Chorus 2x] Africa must wake up The sleeping sons of Jacob For what tomorrow may bring May a better day come Yesterday we were Kings Can you tell me young
conflicts of world wars But behold the marriage supper of the lamb and the bridegroom onto his bride Then shall the earth's children know the true expression of ONE LOVE Then mother
for the babies Hopes for the babies Tommorrow for the babies No sorrow for the babies Babies having babies Raising our babies All of these young ladies
: A pretty young girl from the Oakland hills Stole her dad's car and all her mom's pills Got all fucked up and drove off a cliff Ended up dead, dead
re lost in a teenage jail So you and so vicious and so frail where something is always for sale You're lost in a teenage jail. You're not like your mothers
the plate's clean Niggaz be in state greens 'fore they turn 18 'Round here you never let the beef slide twice Everybody raised on 4 wings and beef fried rice Them mothers are getting younger
Verse 2] None of these wannabes really come close I feel like I'm watchin the MTV show Christina Milian hosts Everybody know this brother got it Way before everybody and their mother
look at these brothers and laugh Jealous niggas dont hate havin, just others that have I still got love for the av., Come through to give ya niggas girls baby mothers
GHOST UNIT!!) 50,Buck and Banks, in your neighberhood What are they called? (GHOST UNIT!!) [GAME:] Its time to put the end to the bullshit, Wanna scrap wit young
case you didn't know nigga Thats right in the heart of COMPTON You Bitch ass nigga And Olivia Get that mother fucking lil' ass red Mother fucking shorts off your mother
: [Money Mike:] Aww pimpin that's the Young Gunz. I love the Young Gunz. [Game:] Shit me too my nigga. [Money Mike:] Wait a minute. [Game:] What the
pray for Supreme While I finish my next album, 5 million and countin Anticipating, tellin the world I did it without him If Aftermath was a family that didn't have a mother
before that and 12 years old, a lost soul, bumpin "Illmatic" Gunshots tried and almost took the young kid's live Can't do it I been through it the young
: Verse 1: Live Now, Die Later, Motha Clapped The Shit Out Of Haterz, Got Niggas Trying To Kiss The Game Goodbye like Jada, Got Ya Shit Push Back Like
out... show them What I am about Rockefeller... out But enough with all this shit Bringing the homeys out Can't change... my rack Let them rock it Gave young
: That young boy without a name I'd know his face. In this city the kid's my favorite. I've seen him. I see him every day. Seen him run outside looking