Album: Unreleased

Shane Got To Be A Thug

growning up in the hood done changed a nigga from my momma's baby boy to a thug totting a plastic toy as i recall it was good for a lil nigga till his brother died back in 94 over some bullshit papa spilt left a nigga on his own nah he growning up quick learnin the streets and playing these bitches leavin all back stabbers in stitches told by an ol'G not to trust these niggaz cuz in the end they all snitches a quest for currency got the best of him hearing that the police got they eye on him destine for the penn hidin out at different houses paranoid smoking weed in the corner drinking on a bottle of gin praying that the lord hear the cry from this young nigga turned out living that thug life

summertime a lil nigga made to see another season still breathin from the altercations with them niggaz from the other section killed his first man at 16 watching his back knowing any second could be revenge solo cuz he trust no nigga he his only team high beams on new benz was his dream staying alive to see 20 is his goal he striving for done seen the wicked ways this world has to offer playing the cards in hands hopen he go make to see tomorrow looking at the moon light satan out tonite could this be last words of this young soulja played the game as raw as the next nigga no one ever figured that he would be man of the drug game reminicin on his past years coming to grisp from every sipp of gin that tonite go be his last he blasted first but couldnt stop all his foes in december of 04 he was put to rest