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["Hard like an erection..." -- Ed O.G.] Young black male!
["Hard like an erection..."]
["...ain't shit to fool with" -- Ice Cube]
["Hard like an erection..."] Young black male!
["...ain't shit to fool with"]
*runs backwards* Young black male!

(2Pac) Yes niggaz... yes niggaz... yes niggaz

Young black male!
["Hard like an erection..."] Young black male!
["Hard like an erection..."] ["...ain't shit to fool with"]
["Hard like an erection..."] Young black male!
["Hard like an erection..."] ["...ain't shit to fool with"]

(2Pac) Go nigga, go!!

Verse One:

Young black male
I try to effect by kicking the facts
and stacking much mail
I'm packing a gat cuz guys wanna jack
and fuck goin to jail
Cuz I ain't equipped to stop how I look
I don't sell ya-yo
They teachin a brother like I was in books
Follow me into a flow
I'm sure you know, which way to go
I'm hittin em out of the dopes
So slip on the slope, let's skip on the flow
I'm fuckin the sluts and hoes
The bigger the butts the tighter the clothes
The gimminy jimminy grows
Then whaddya know, it's off with some clothes
Rowd when the crowd says hoe
That let's me know, they know I can flow
Love when they come to my shows
I get up and go, with skins before
When I'm collecting my dough
I never respect, the one that I back
The quicker the nigga can rap
The bigger the check, now watch how they sweat
What kind of style is that?
The style of a mack, and ready to jack
I rendered up piles of black
The wacker the pack, the fatter the smack
I hate it when real nigga bust
They hate when I cuss, they threaten to bust
I had enough of the fuss
I bust what I bust, and cuss when I must
They gave me a charge for sales
For selling the tales... of young black males

Yes nigga, N-I-G-G-A niggaz

Ay nigga you can't handle that shit!
Pass that man!

Hit that shit, that's the shit!

It smell like skunk, skunk smell like that nigga momma

We ain't nuttin but some low down dirty niggaz
Keep it real nigga, fuck you nigga!
You ain't givin me near a dime on this real motherfucker
Fuck St. Ide's it's an Old E thing baby
Strictly some of that Hennesee

Can I drink with you fellas? Can I get it on it?

Fuck you capo. You ain't in baby.

I tell you what! You guys are not gonna be talking
all that shit, when I come back, OK?
We gonna say who the big mouth, when I come back

YOUNG BLACK MALE!
["Hard like an erection..." -- Ed O.G.] Young black male!   ["Hard like an erection..."]   ["...ain't shit to fool with" -- Ice Cube]   ["Hard like an erection..."] Young black male!   ["...ain't shit to fool with"]   *runs backwards* Young black male!      (2Pac) Yes niggaz... yes niggaz... yes niggaz      Young black male!   ["Hard like an erection..."] Young black male!   ["Hard like an erection..."] ["...ain't shit to fool with"]   ["Hard like an erection..."] Young black male!   ["Hard like an erection..."] ["...ain't shit to fool with"]      (2Pac) Go nigga, go!!      Verse One:      Young black male   I try to effect by kicking the facts   and stacking much mail   I'm packing a gat cuz guys wanna jack   and fuck goin to jail   Cuz I ain't equipped to stop how I look   I don't sell ya-yo   They teachin a brother like I was in books   Follow me into a flow   I'm sure you know, which way to go   I'm hittin em out of the dopes   So slip on the slope, let's skip on the flow   I'm fuckin the sluts and hoes   The bigger the butts the tighter the clothes   The gimminy jimminy grows   Then whaddya know, it's off with some clothes   Rowd when the crowd says hoe   That let's me know, they know I can flow   Love when they come to my shows   I get up and go, with skins before   When I'm collecting my dough   I never respect, the one that I back   The quicker the nigga can rap   The bigger the check, now watch how they sweat   What kind of style is that?   The style of a mack, and ready to jack   I rendered up piles of black   The wacker the pack, the fatter the smack   I hate it when real nigga bust   They hate when I cuss, they threaten to bust   I had enough of the fuss   I bust what I bust, and cuss when I must   They gave me a charge for sales   For selling the tales... of young black males      Yes nigga, N-I-G-G-A niggaz      Ay nigga you can't handle that shit!   Pass that man!      Hit that shit, that's the shit!      It smell like skunk, skunk smell like that nigga momma      We ain't nuttin but some low down dirty niggaz   Keep it real nigga, fuck you nigga!   You ain't givin me near a dime on this real motherfucker   Fuck St. Ide's it's an Old E thing baby   Strictly some of that Hennesee      Can I drink with you fellas? Can I get it on it?      Fuck you capo. You ain't in baby.      I tell you what! You guys are not gonna be talking   all that shit, when I come back, OK?   We gonna say who the big mouth, when I come back      YOUNG BLACK MALE!