Letras:
D12 Good Die Young

have fun (when your young) Cos time won't wait for noone (uh huh) When god calls, you gotta go home (go home) They say the good die young, (die young

have fun (when your young) Cos time won't wait for noone (uh huh) When god calls, you gotta go home (go home) They say the good die young, (die young

Know She Got It Cause She Lookin At Me Like She Want It, (Want It) She Drop It Low, Make Me Wanna Throw Some D's On It,(Hey) Whatever It Is You Cant

about me I'm the richest nigga they know without a G.E.D. Man it could be the money, it could be the ice It could be they'd like to be me and can't live

maltreat Love everything for good Love a woman, young and pretty And who has never loved] Menage-la, et ne la fait pas souffrir Le coeur d'une femme

Then shot everybody) (They set it up wrong, created the ghetto and thought it wouldn't last long) {Thought we'd kill each other off, didn't think we'd

They say we were a fad but fad don't add reggae We played by the D-Day, eveyday, Eve's day Capital D-A-N-E and hip hop, must be in it [Verse 11: Pebblee

write you off, unemployed to a Boss! Another young broad, I'll run in there raw! Raw, raw - oh yes I am! Chevy on ground, call it Mex-I-Can I run D.C

thing, being embraced by a woman that's a queen With big dreams for the younger sibling O couldn't do no wrong According to report cards Obie brought home They say good