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young2hood - too much game, too much swag lyrics

yeah! yeah! it’s young f-ck’n 2 hood on the f-ck’n track. tired of the haters blurying up my swag vision, don’t make me pull my friend the 22″too much game, too much swag. hood entertainment inc. time for my haters to f-ck’n disappear…! young2hood. entertainment inc. for my haters to f-ck’n disappear…! young2hood. white project -ss g” my haters who dare to f-ck with…! better call the ambulance, there has been a disaster, haters…captured. yeah!.. inc. time for my haters to f-ck’n…f-ck’n disappear..! young2hood.. white project -ss gangsta..yeah! too much swag,swag-4-u. too much posse coming my way….yeah! young-hood, thazz me, g’ for my haters to f-ck”n…disappear..! young2hood. white project -ss gangster….thazz wat the f-ck i is. haters check this f-ck’n sh-t out…pooosh b-tchess…. disappear

chrous: too much game, too much swag,too much game for u. too much swag dogg, too much swag 4 u. (repeat twice)

v1) too much…s.w.a.g for u. haters get on the phone h.o.m.e. thatzz the deal. you fake -ss posse dising -ss b-tch. but i know what my gun knows how to talk and cause you haters not to walk. (gunshots) get out of town or young will make you feel it. thatzz wat a f-ck’n thug do nicely and the f-ck’n best! get back! or your heart will meet you on the other side of queens, fake -ss b-tch! diss me! i’ll let my gun do the talking.(gunshots). young2hood, holla back!

2nd chrous: too much swag…too much bread, breeding, f-cking with too many brauds. too many t-ties to suck n the hood. young with the mind made up. too much green falling on my head. living good in a fat 4br condo, champaine poured in my cup. thazz me!
too much game, too much swag, too much game 4 u.<(repeat twice) v2)s.w.a.g- y.o.u.n.g- h.o.o.d, thazz me! girls tip me while sucking on my d-ck while busting a nut. lifestyle 4 life. all i dreamed of all my lifetime. a womens idol, selling my dope= dope dealer of the year. all my haters do is hate, get no posse m-st-rbaiting their d-ck in the cold. dogg thatzz a shame! your game shattered into a thousand peices, keep messing with me, you will be in a thousand peices. young2hood, holla! v3) verse three, the end of the beef between you haters and me. (gunshots) tired of you g" verse three, 2 bullets to your chest and a good gl-ss of champaine to ease the pain from putting ya -ss through sum serious pain and it sure thought about the serious precautions to your f-ck'n head, now! your f-ck'n dead! yeah!!!!!! your f-ck'n dead! yah!!!! young2hood, holla!

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