Old School for Y'all Young Cats
I’m not gonna say, “Respect your elders son”
‘Cause you’re gonna have respect when this elder’s done
I’m one of the few survivors of the game you’re all in
Where the winners aren’t called champions they’re simply called men
Now most of y’all young cats will think I’m just dissin’
Because most of the time you hear but don’t listen
You look but don’t see. You talk but don’t speak
And you try to bottle courage in a heart that’s too weak
You call yourselves soldiers? Now tell me, how’s that?
Real Soldiers aren’t afraid of hand-to-hand combat
Real Soldiers pray for peace because they know war is hell
Real Soldiers have war stories that they’d rather not tell
When analyzed y’all young cats can talk the talk
But most are paralyzed by fear and can’t walk the walk
Not all of y’all young cats fall into this cycle
You can turn your lives around like my nephew Michael
But some of y’all young cats need to find another answer
Like this Lion of Zion the Baby Brother of a Panther
Now the next few lines may be a little vulgar
But heed the words of your brother and run with it like Whitey Bulger
Some young cats talk hard but they’re really just wussies
Some are dickheads, some are asses and some are straight up pussies
Put a tongue on a pussy and it’s gonna get licked
Show your ass long enough and it’s gonna get kicked
Put a mouth on a dickhead and it’s gonna suck
Crew them all up together and they’re all gettin’ fucked
You smile as I say it because you know it’s the truth
Listen to a few CD’s and you’ll have your proof
But not all of y’all young cats are like this let me say it again
Some of y’all young cats are Man-cubs striving to be men
‘Cause you’re gonna have respect when this elder’s done
I’m one of the few survivors of the game you’re all in
Where the winners aren’t called champions they’re simply called men
Now most of y’all young cats will think I’m just dissin’
Because most of the time you hear but don’t listen
You look but don’t see. You talk but don’t speak
And you try to bottle courage in a heart that’s too weak
You call yourselves soldiers? Now tell me, how’s that?
Real Soldiers aren’t afraid of hand-to-hand combat
Real Soldiers pray for peace because they know war is hell
Real Soldiers have war stories that they’d rather not tell
When analyzed y’all young cats can talk the talk
But most are paralyzed by fear and can’t walk the walk
Not all of y’all young cats fall into this cycle
You can turn your lives around like my nephew Michael
But some of y’all young cats need to find another answer
Like this Lion of Zion the Baby Brother of a Panther
Now the next few lines may be a little vulgar
But heed the words of your brother and run with it like Whitey Bulger
Some young cats talk hard but they’re really just wussies
Some are dickheads, some are asses and some are straight up pussies
Put a tongue on a pussy and it’s gonna get licked
Show your ass long enough and it’s gonna get kicked
Put a mouth on a dickhead and it’s gonna suck
Crew them all up together and they’re all gettin’ fucked
You smile as I say it because you know it’s the truth
Listen to a few CD’s and you’ll have your proof
But not all of y’all young cats are like this let me say it again
Some of y’all young cats are Man-cubs striving to be men
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