Too Young (feat. HERO & Slaine of La Coka Nostra) - Ill Bill, Slaine of La Coka Nostra, Hero

I found out that I was, too young, not grown

I was, not ready for a world so cold

I was, not prepared to make it on my own

I was, not ready for what life unfolds

And it was, too much, too soon

I couldn’t tell if what I felt was false or true

I didn’t think about what I’m about to do

I’m on some, this couldn’t be real this can’t be true

I was too young, but these my people, so that’s okay though

I was down for anything, I’d do it if they say so

Look how they cookin' it up, I’d sit and watch their cake grow

Watching Robbie in the corner, he there snorting yeyo

And everybody acting cool like that right there’s okay though

So I walk over to him, and I’m like yo hey bro

What the fuck are you doing?

Get away from the table

He like, this ain’t nothing but a little bit of the yeyo

I got it covered plus I make the profit from sales

He acting like he hadn’t heard not one of them tales

The dopest brother, knocked him and they took him to jail

There go another, this hustler here was destined to fail

Convicted, but the last I heard he tried to appeal

And Eric, he gone he wilding, busting his steel off at the popo

These are the trial and tribulations of kids trying to act like grown folks

I was, too young to fall in love like Motley Crue

Too young, I pulled a gun and I shot this dude

It was over a girl, foolish pride, I was crucified

Just another youthful juvenile, doing time

Forgive me mama, I never meant for you to cry

Went to trial, I was sent to do a two to five

Handcuffed in back of a bus, forty of us

Life as a shorty shouldn’t be so rough

And I ain’t no punk, here you fix your face or get your face fixed

Facelift, predicate cutter, you get you face ripped

They’ll bust your shit wide open and make you leak

You better chill out, before I birthday cake your feet

Not a bad guy, I don’t wanna catch mad time

So I chill with work release in the back of my mind

But the guy that I popped wasn’t dead

He’s locked up in here now too and wants revenge

I got shanked in my bed!

I was too young to say no, too young to yell nope

Old enough to taste anger but not enough to smell hope

Thirteen years old, my beloved mother had just passed

I started puffing grass, drinking forties, cutting class

My father always used to beat on me and bust my ass repeatedly

I couldn’t wait to get a change of scenery

I never had a dream: nobody believed in me

These mean streets are the only thing I’ve seen defeat

I’m sixteen being free, chewing vics and percs

Caught a OC habit quick, and my life got worse

Cause now I’m sick unless I get a pill, so my head is filled

With deep schemes, my tolerance: I let it build

But when street dreams and quick cash is difficult

You find you get the same high cheap from sniffing dope

Now I’m shooting with the neighborhood people

Nobody could save me from evil, I’m a slave to the needle

I’m too young!