Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
2Pac
Vocals
Le-Morrious "Funky Drummer" Tyler
Background Vocals
G-Money
Vocals
Killa
Background Vocals
Milia
Background Vocals
Moe Z. MD
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Le-Morrious "Funky Drummer" Tyler
Songwriter
Charlie Singleton
Songwriter
Lawrence Black
Songwriter
Loren Maurice Stewart
Songwriter
Nathan Leftenant
Songwriter
Thomas Michael Jenkins
Songwriter
Tupac Shakur
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Le-Morrious "Funky Drummer" Tyler
Producer
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Jeff Griffin
Engineer
Moe Z. MD
Producer
Paul Arnold
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I wanna dedicate this one to Robert "Yummy" Sandifer
And all the other lil' young **** that's in a rush to be gangstas
[Verse 2]
As a young ****, I'm almost runnin' in the wind
Give anything to be that innocent again, when I was ten
I didn't bang but I was hangin' with the homies
Till them **** started slangin', now they don't know me
I got my hustle on, learned to ignore what couldn't pay me
Lately I've been tryna make a billion, can you blame me?
With that jealousy they need to miss me, don't sweat me
If them cowards really want me, come get me
And even I, someday will die, but I'm cautious
I'm finna ride, put down the top, now we flossin'
Hit the freeway, let the wind blow, drop the window
Workin' with a twenty sack of indo, feelin' good
Stop through the hood, grab the young thugs
And I can't help but reminisce back when we slung drugs, know it's bad
But all we had was our hopes and dreams
Couldn't see unless we learned to slang dope to fiends, as young ****
[Verse 3]
He's the kind of G like everybody knows
(As a young ****)
He's always G'd up, from head to toe
(My memories as a young ****)
Always got it blown like Al Capone
(Young ****)
He's the downest G I've ever known
[Verse 4]
Back in junior high, when we was barely gettin' by
When daddy died
That's when my mama started getting high
My neighborhood was full a drivebys
Couldn't survive, all our homies livin' short lives, I couldn't cry
Told my mama if I did die, just put a blunt in my casket
Let me get my dead homies high
Come follow me throughout my history
It's just me against the world, stuck in misery, as a young ****
My only thing was to be paid
Life full of riches, avoid snitches 'cause they shady
Back in the days, we always found the time to play
But that's before they taught them gang bangers how to spray
Not just LA, but in the Bay, and in Chicago, and even St. Louis
Every stadium that I go, when will they change?
Stuck in the game like a dumb ****
Remember how it was, to be a young ****
[Verse 5]
He's the kind of G that everybody knows
(As a young ****)
He's always G'd up, from head to toe
(My memories as a young ****)
Always got it blown like Al Capone
(Young ****)
He's the downest G I've ever known
[Verse 6]
I'm telling you
To be young, have your brains and have every limb and all that
Yo, y'all **** don't know how good you really do got it
Muhfuckers need to just calm down
And peep what the fuck they want to do for the rest of their life
'Fore you end your life before you begin your life
You dumb ****
[Verse 7]
Now that I'm grown, I got my mind on bein' somethin'
Don't wanna be another statistic, out here doin' nothin'
Tryna maintain in this dirty game, keep it real
And I will even if it kills me, my young ****
Break away from these dumb ****
Put down the guns and have some fun, ****, the rest'll come figure
Fame is a fast thing, that gang bangin'
Puttin' **** in a casket, murdered for hangin'
At the wrong place at the wrong time, no longer livin'
'Cause he threw up the wrong sign, and every day
I watch the murder rate increases, and even worse
The epidemic and diseases, what is the future
The projects lookin' hopeless
When more and more brothers givin' up and don't care
Sometimes I hate when brothers act up, I hit the weed
And I proceed to blow the track up, for young ****
[Verse 8]
He's the kind of G like everybody knows
(For these young ****)
He's always G'd up, from head to toe
(My memories as a young ****)
He's always got it blown like Al Capone
(Go slow, ****, this for the young ****)
He's the downest G I've ever known
(As a young ****)
This goes out to the young thugs, the have-nots (You know)
Little bad motehrfuckers from the block (That's right)
Them **** that's thirteen and fourteen
Drivin' Cadillacs, Benzes and shit (I see ya boy)
Young motherfuckin' hustlers (Make that money, boy)
Stay strong ****
You could be a fuckin' accountant, not a dope dealer
You know what I'm sayin'? (Go to school, ****, go to school)
Fuck around and you pimpin' out here
And you could be a lawyer (Really though)
**** gotta get they priorities straight
(You see Johnny Cochran out in this motherfucker) Really though
Young ****, little RahRah (Young ****)
Especially my little cousins don't be no dumb guy
(Don't be a dumb ****, listen, young ****)
Young ****
Young ****
Young ****
(Downest G, I've ever known)
(The downest G, I've ever knew)
(The downest G, I've ever knew, I)
Young ****
Young ****
Young ****
(Oh, like Al Capone, oh)
(Downest G I've ever knew)
Downest G
Oh, like Al Capone
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Written by: Lawrence Ernest Black, Thomas Michael Jenkins, Nathan David Leftenant, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Charles Singleton, Loren Maurice Stewart, Le-Morrious Damon Tyler