Warren G, Butch Cassidy, W.C. - Young Locs Slow Down lyrics

Take notes young locs
I advise y'all to slow down
Glocks, K's
And eagles trying to put a murder down
Watching fools servin' found
Put your eyes on the prize, hitting switches
And getting bitches with plenty riches
And if you bang homie, do that
But when your ass gets slapped with that 25
Handle that
And all you see is the glamor and gold
Don't know the other side of the game
Is where it's scandalous and cold
Your destiny is in your hands
You got control
Wasting time with your life until
Your ass is old
Trying to be bold, a hog and a pimp
Eighteen years old, HIV in the limp

Can't fuck with, what you asked for
Sometimes you just should let go
Get what you need and not want
Some folks believe and some don't
These are the ones that don't last
Hard head makes soft ass
But it was something that I had to have
I just had to have

Whats crackin' gangsta
Little woe G sake with a bang loose
Dickie sagging how should kicking it
Bangs with me, nigga let me swang with you
Hop in this cut dog
And split this game to ya
I see them niggas that got ya
Tatted and called it paddering
A clutch and a glock
Banging on niggas at the bus stop
Putting in work, leave you broke
Cloke white shirt
Doing dirt trying to gain
Strikes for the turf
Loc, what up, shit I knew your brother
You used to bang with him
When you was a little motherfucker
Until they amputated both of my legs
Circled the block
Caught your brother slippin' and
Flippin' the lead
Retaliation was swift, furious
Just know this hood shit is serious
For the sake of if remembers
See your 'bout your paper
And remember, loc's success is best
With revenge on these haters
Nigga

Can't fuck with, what you asked for
Sometimes you just should let go
Get what you need and not want
Some folks believe and some don't
These are the ones that don't last
Hard head makes soft ass
But it was something that I had to have
I just had to have

Murder, murder, murder

I don't wanna die
I'm trying to live, trying to survive
Murder, murder, murder

I don't wanna die
I'm trying to live, trying to survive
Niggas done got the game twisted
Yet if these bustas pump 'em up
And just start division, fool listen
Life is like a grab shot
You can either hit the jackpot
Stack a not and get a calf shot

Live you life homie
Don't get pumped up to dump and get cracked
And moms put a block on the phone
You's a hard motherfucker
But now you all alone

All alone in the streets it was on
But hit the leather for
Penitentery friends gone
Your on your own

Until the youth, I spit to you
They call me G dub and I spit the truth

Can't fuck with, what you asked for
Sometimes you just should let go
Get what you need and not want
Some folks believe and some don't
These are the ones that don't last
Hard head makes soft ass
But it was something that I had to have
I just had to have