Oh yeah.
Oh yeah.
That's
Oh,
don't cry for me.
I've been sold myself to Santy.
Once again,
trying to find my way.
On the
Oh,
like this.
you gonna live, you gonna die.
That's the job running wild.
Oh,
what you gonna do tonight?
If you gonna live, you gonna die.
Not a care in the world, young and hostile,
struggling to find ways.
Keep my hands on the quick hand,
oh yeah,
to have it.
Now all my friends say that I'm a young bad ass boy,
and maybe one day,
yeah, they'll hold
a whole block down.
Oh, I'm seventeen,
making grains, selling dough for my man.
Young at
heart,
with no fear,
I got to make my karma again.
Hey,
I'm wild for the night,
everything
is cool,
but mama tripping.
All I'm trying to do is help my little sister to school.
Live
for the night,
I hope the moon watches over me.
I'm on my own, in my own zone, and I've
revealed my destiny.
No one cares, it's just like this past.
As I roll up and down my block,
I'm just a * child running wild.
Hey,
what you gonna do tonight?
If you gonna live, you gonna die.
And
you're going to do tonight?
That you're going to live.
That you're going to die.
That's the job run and why?
That's the job run and why?
That's the job run and why?
What you gonna do?
Get out or get something.
Get out or get something.
Get out or get something.
Get out or get something.
Get out or get something.
Get out or get something.
Get out or get something.
Hey, yo, yo, what's up?
What you want?
What you want?
What you want?
What you want?