I threw the clips in the Mac, start lettin' off frustration

Cause where I'm at, if you black, we strapped Don't be angry, don't be jealous (Amerikka Eatz Itz Young) We gotta get up out of here Lunatic Insane, and my partner T-Love I can smell what it's all about America Eats Its Young Funkadelic. (Two 2Pac Verses), High Til I Die (Alternate Original Version), World Wide Dime Piece/Bitches (International), N.I.G.G.A./Hymn’s Of 90's N.I.G.G.A. Is there a ghetto in heaven or do I go to hell? You Hit the Nail on the Head 2. Ain't no love where I'm goin', no love where I'm comin' from But I don't know where it's coming from Created this conflicted brain (right about your motherfuckin' game) Niggas can't stack their money Written By Bernie Worrell & George Clinton. [Hook] Ya, that's right [Verse 2: Ray Luv] Got my pencil for utensil, this'll keep they mind knownin' Foes and punk police, them devils still at my do' Shit, Long as they make guns motherfucker, here we come As long as ki's make g's these thieves attack Feel me You Hit the Nail on the Head 2. [Outro] And ain't no rules on the streets these days Get all the lyrics to songs on America Eats Its Young and join the Genius community of music scholars to learn the meaning behind the lyrics. While the Japs stack scratch with the Vietnamese [Hook] I was told to tear up out this before this tare me apart I'm livin' in the danger zone A no-good dealer of drugs Eat through scrap, black tracks, free milk and cheese And the youth turn the streets into a piece of Beirut I can see it, I can hear it We'll jack for a dollar, but we gon smoke that shit up [Verse 3: Mac Mall]

(Motherfuckers fear me, motherfuckers fear me) [Verse 1: Young Lay] Feel me It's better than incarceration any day, we gonn' die anyway Silence a nigga for the shit I'm spittin', I know I'm scarin' ya

I'm a young black brother, so these motherfucker fear me The funk is on, high, drunk off Thunderbird and Grape Kool-Aid Know what I' sayin' These cops can't terrorize us, they despise us This is Khayree And the truth is I'm a young black brother, so these motherfucker fear me What do you mean "Don't take it personal" Release Date May 22, 1972. Are able to love us, but these crazy devils try to kill us Cleek, Jamal, Jinx and Bluebonic, man I'm thinkin' 'bout my folks gettin' sent for violation I'm a young black brother, so these motherfuckers fear me Now I been called a crook, a killer, thug (Amerikka Eatz Itz Young) That 3rd strike will have a gang of them rollers dyin'

I'm gettin' breakin' them balls daily It's just that feelin', that feelin' that I have for children Got us sprung off the cocaine and the welfare Hey mother Feel me (Original Version), Po Nigga Blues/’Cause I Had To (Original Version), Things R Changing/Words 2 My Firstborn (Demo Version), U Don’t Wanna Battle/Thought U knew (Original Version), Baby Don’t Cry/Keep Ya Head Up II (Original Version), Don’t Sleep/Born First Die Later (GO Twice mix), Whatcha Gonna Do/Fright Night (Original Version), I Wonder If Heaven Got a Ghetto (Original Version), Thugs Get Lonely Too (Solo Original Version), Wonda Why They Call U Bitch (Original Version), When We Ride On Our Enemies (Original Version), World Wide Mob Figgaz (Alternative Version), Letter to the President (Original Version), Welcome To Death Row (Stranded On Death Row). It'S got to be right, it's got to be true in '94 Yes mother While my brother, little brother dies? 1. Lotta blacks locked down, but comin' back around in '96

I can see it, I can hear it Remember me, that real-ass nigga you been runnin' from [Hook] I hear em pushin' in the do', I grab my Mac with two clips My memory since I was a little seed

Hey mother Haha Buck buck It's like this here Amerikka Eatz Itz Young, motherfuckers do you feel me?

And Blood or Cuz, doesn't matter what set you was Hey mother

Plus everybody's searchin' for a piece of the truth Tell the world that I'm a gangsta, cause I ride with a strap Straight up here man But I don't know where it's coming from Balance is my thing Born hustler, goin' for the jugular Big Tom, Ray Ray, Killa Cuddy, Mac Dre (Amerikka Eatz Itz Young Motherfuckers do you feel me?) I'm a young black brother, so these motherfucker fear me

More on Genius "Balance" Track Info. Mother I'm a young black brother, so these motherfucker fear me America Eats Its Young Funkadelic. I got niggas in the pen like my cousin Bud Feel me Was a penitentiary full of niggas like me Amerikka Eatz Itz Young, motherfuckers do you feel me?

That's why we gets no respect (better get right about your game man) Dirty pimpin' schemes, one of my dreams, player now listen Them brothers gettin' further Niggas, cause we on the rise Haha 13 cases and we still can't trade places Miseducated, incarcerated, institutionalized Awhh yeah, break me off some of the real players shit

Cuddies perved by the corner, stout, herb The sun the, If You Don’t Like the Effects, Don’t Produce the Cause. Got my mother spittin' drag 'bout I ain't home Release Date May 22, 1972. Hey mother Did 2 months in the county and I opt to the beat

(You'll rob a d boy, but you scared to hit a bank motherfucker) Amerikka what we is, we ain't nothing but food to Amerikka Now the cops keep watch, cause they know that I rap Hey mother It's like we forgettin' what the fuck we fightin' for Are you sure this is the time in which we belong? I can feel it, I can taste it A poison you created in the veins of America And learnin' lesson from the game, it's on Amerikka Eatz Itz Young, motherfuckers do you feel me? Cause motherfuckers can't stack a dollar When the rollers at my do' with a .44 mag? Amerikka Eatz Itz Young, motherfuckers do you feel me? Niggas was gone when the frame was on Feel me, Amerikka Eatz Itz Young (Gotta Survive) Lyrics, Grab The Mic (Starin’ thru my Rearview 2), Mama’s Just A Little Girl (Original Version), Only Move 4 Tha Money (Original Version) (Final Mixdown), Life’s So Hard (on a G) (Original Version), How Long Will They Mourn Me? A young playa mack, hit the bud', spit a rap They chompin' niggas like it's an everyday job, you feel me? What's up motherfuckers?

[Hook: Mac Mall] 1. Now how could I pledge allegiance to a racist-ass flag So if you ain't gettin' smart about your motherfuckin' thang But I'm finna squeeze, stack g's they left on a trap [Hook: Mac Mall] Written By Funkadelic. And Power is money ain't shit funny when you ain't got none, see cut it's like this Guilty as charged, hit the switch and try to cook me Spot some thugs at the club, and they got they nines showin' Hey mother Got me twisted, mo' cold killin murders


And don't forget who is to blame Feel me While the black babies die without health care [Verse 4: 2Pac] See, seems I was sentenced to death, takin' my steps with my head down What secrets can be found? Got a double homicide warrant on my dome

Hahaha (Eatz itz young) Why pour I liquor for my niggas, cause they dead now Mother I know it's in me, all about me You will be the next motherfuckin' meal, believe me I'm a young black brother, so these motherfucker fear me Mother (about them tryna eat me they gonnaz get a mouth full of Glock motherfucker) [Intro: Khayree] What's in your plans, what's in your game? Feel me It was you, it was not me who All I gots is my six, my track crew and my mother The sun the snow, wind and rain Amerikka Eatz Itz Young, motherfuckers do you feel me?
That's why your shit ain't right Ay but it's going down cuz it's '94 you know by 2000 niggas gonna get fed up

Never been a lover, but America had broke my heart (Money is power motherfucker, you know)

Know I'm sayin, outta here Make these police wonder how is he so undercover? Would love to catch a playa slippin', take me down and book me Balance is my thing All us niggas want more, you know Are you sure this is the time where we belong? [Verse 2] Amerikka Eatz Itz Young, motherfuckers do you feel me?

[Verse 1] But my instinct won't let it out Lets break that shit down one time, playa

Amerikka Eatz Itz Young (Gotta Survive) Lyrics: Awhh yeah, break me off some of the real players shit / What's up motherfuckers? Hey mother [Hook] More on Genius "Wake Up" Track Info. Spit that shit... Hey mother I'm a young black brother, so these motherfucker fear me [Hook: Mac Mall] When giving all you can abide? Muthafuckas better watch they back and take it eazay Out to take the beast down, piece down might be too late I'm a young black brother, so these motherfuckers fear me And sometimes I am really down Am I to sit here waiting Amerikka Eatz Itz Young, motherfuckers do you feel me?

Sometimes I'm up, sometimes I'm high (don't nothin' move but the punch) And I posted at this here spot with 2Pac, Mac-Mall, Ray Luv and my nigga Young Lay So if I go out blastin', call it my fate [Hook: Mac Mall] Cut through the back window and like a g hit a fence Amerikka Eatz Itz Young, motherfuckers do you feel me?