( *sound of heart beating* )
Yo man
Yo man, what`s up?
What`s your worst nightmare?
Is this it?
( *steps are heard *)
- Yo hus, I like the 8Ball jacket
- Yeah yo, it`s dope, give it up, sucker
- Nah man... nah man
( *brawl ensues
shots are fired
body drops
heartbeat sounds stop
flatline is heard* )
(Hey yeah
Hey, hey yeah)
Your worst nightmare is a young gangbanger (3X)
(Funkyeeee... yeah)
I said peace to a brother and then I shot him
I pulled away, I know that I got him
Then I rolled up the cheeba-cheeba
That`s all a brother like me really needed
Why I did it, or really why I done it?
I don`t know why, but the game, I run it
Thinkin way back how the story was told
Gettin (funkeeee) when I was 12 years old
I didn`t give a damn about tyin no thether
All I needed was the nine millimeter
All my homies has been some thugs
To make a little money we sold a little drugs
PSK, just makin that big green
A rough brother at the age of 16
But nowadays I`m a dope rap singer
Your worst nightmare is a young gangbanger
(Funkyeeee... yeah)
Your worst nightmare is a young gangbanger (4X)
A shoe-shine nigga I never will be
When you gonna ever let a brother be free?
What up with that (funkeeee) that I see
When I turn on my TV?
Cause if you think a young brother really care
About a brother livin in Bel Air
Hell no, I`m straight from the ghetto
Smoke a little weed just to stay a little mellow
A Asiatic blackman, you understand
Because I`m rich you think that I`m a dopeman
I hear your laughter everytime that I say that
But you won`t laugh when I pull on the git-gat
You rather see me pickin yo cotton
Than a young blackman clickin and clockin
G`s, cause I`m a dope rap singer
Your worst nightmare a young gangbanger
(Funkyeeee... yeah)
Your worst nightmare is a young gangbanger (4X)
(Sucker)
(Funkyeeee)
(Hey yeah)
(Funkyeeee... yeah)
(Hey yeah)
( *scratching of * )
(Funkeeee)
(Bust a funky rap)
[ guest rapper ]
Listen up, hard teachin go down from the wild side
School didn`t do it, so what, gotta try
Crime - in this game yourself that`s all you got
If you`re soft, hard, the most times end up smooth shot
So now you`re deep, you`re down
Clear the line one time to trip and slip
And when you slip you`re slidin right to a grave
You shoulda learned at school cause the drugs made you a slave
(Yeah) sucker
( *scratching of * )
(Funkeeee)
(Hey yeah)
(Your worst nightmare is a young gangbanger)
( *scratching of * )
(Funkeeee)
(Hey yeah)
