[Lyric] Another Young G Murder (Mario William Vitale)

As I take it a bit further I'm talking about another Young G murder
The streets are uneasy the zone is too low bust up the beat to promote the tempo
He grew up in the gutter his momma was a whore selling her junk from a trunk behind the liquor store...
Young G wandered the streets alone trying to find his home to roam
No one would help him they couldn't even help themselves
But Young G was out on a mission to soar to the highest heights
One night at 8th street station Young G was chillin but got in a confrontation
A thief wanted his gold necklace but Young G wouldn't part with it
A gun was drawn and it wouldn't be long Young G was on the floor with a bullet hole in his head...

The killer made his way to Mexico a place he thought he should go
Now it was over for Young G would suffer many polce arrived trying to revive Young G
But it was too late he was history at his funeral many came to hear his legacy
He was a street thug capper wanna be rapper but he helped out the needy
On his mission he would be dishing out many of his C.D.'s you can listen at ease
Young G will be remembered as a heroic citizen trying so hard to fit in
See ya up in heaven Youg G making sweet history