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song lyrics Young Boy lyrics You out of line (*repeated throughout song*) [Chorus: Pharell] Mmm I ma tell you what I m talkin bout When I was a young boy My mama always told me don t take no shit Motherfucker hit you then you better hit em back So when I hit the nigga it could Breeeeeak Nigga out of line [Verse 1: Malice] Back when I was bout Big Wheels and race tracks Pops pushed a Tornado and rolled to 8 tracks Never stood a chance, exposed from way back Lyin to the baby sayin its Ajax I was bout 4 when I walked past that door That shoulda been closed where I first witnessed the raw See in my household it was quite unique Playin hide and seek, you might find a key Car glimpse accidentally, branded my mental Pals my role model in that Lincoln Continental Bought all my friends Icees, it was bout 6 And when he pulled off I was like, See told ya we was rich How I turned out let it be no surprise When they speak of cousin Ricky it brings tears to my eyes See, my family got a history of hustlers Lil brother, big brother, mother to grandmother Its tradition [Chorus] [Verse 2: Pusha T] My mama didn t see it comin, my daddy was there What s my excuse Cartoons were the root Started with Yosimite Sam with the gun in palm of the hand, what couln t I demand See, thirteen Studied the gangsta s lean Low brim, no smile Lotta cash meanwhile Daddy had the Chrysler Fifth Avey Hustlers on the blocks cars were aero-dynamie With ghetto paint jobs, Mango M threes Seventeen inch B-Bs ridin tough Tha bike was Huffy, attention was froze In a twenty five cent frozen cup laid my soul Tha streets had me to mold Since fourteen holdin, Pusha T was chosen Rebel like Shake Rivera Tyco RC versus Carrera [Chorus] [Verse 3: Malice] I think of grandma and the way she would foot em She kinda remind me of Madam Queen and Hoodlum Sport the grandkids, each one she would treasure Said she kept two guns and to do so was a pleasure The cigarette dangle forty-five degree angle Sitll every bit a lady but you don t wanna tangle Let that explain me and how I got involved Young ns hustlin in the creep, me, Jon-Jon and Jamal [Pusha T] Age Fifteen Walkin through the hallway, plate the new Jordans First ones on the scene See I could afford em, Livin out a dream Hustler on the rise, laces untied Slid past young ns, couldn t break my stride Didn t know I was knotted in street ties Teachers askin how and why Bitches passin by Oh my, he s so gangsta [Chorus] song lyrics