Rumble Young Man Rumble Songtext
von Juelz Santana

(Ayy!)
Juelz Santana
There′s no turning back from here (nope)
Let's go

(I am) sicker than sick with it
(Don′t) listen, just picture it
(How?) Vivid this picture is
(Me) gifted and living this
(No) gimmicks or images
(I) spit and deliver it
(Like) no one that's living shit (ayy!)

Straight from the ground y'all dig? (Dig)
Close to where the groundhogs live
Where the police hound y′all kids
Arrest and give out long bids
From where you keep the four (four) squeeze the four (four)
Hustle all day in the streets so long
If the feds ever decide to come
We all going down for the motherfucking reaper law


(Ayy!) I was taught be smart, stay humble
I was taught be hard, don′t fumble
I was taught in this concrete jungle
Rumble young man, rumble
I was taught stay hard as they come, dude
I was taught any problems confront you
I was taught in this concrete jungle
Rumble young man, rumble

Greater than great I am
(Yes) haters they hate I am
(What?) Playing, I play to win
(Plus) still I remain up in
(The) hood I came up in
(But) the hood I came up in
(Fucked) since Bush done came up in (yup)
(Ayy!)

From my date of birth hon' (hon′)
'Til my day in the dirt come (come)
I remain the earth′s one (one)
Yes, the matrix's first son
Toast to the good days, to the bad days
To the good yay′ to the bad yay'
To the time the shit was mixed up
I had good yay' on a bad day


(Ayy!) I was taught be smart, stay humble
I was taught be hard, don′t fumble
I was taught in this concrete jungle
Rumble young man, rumble
I was taught stay hard as they come, dude
I was taught any problems confront you
I was taught in this concrete jungle
Rumble young man, rumble

Best of the best I is
(And?) Never the less I is
(Ayy) man of respect I is
(Real?) Dammit, yes I is
(Kill?) Nigga, yes I will
(Leave) bodies by cemeteries
(He′s) forever buried
(How?) By any means necessary

I made a promise to keep my vows in order (order)
I made a promise to keep my child in order (order)
'Til the day I get locked
′Til the day I get shot
Or 'til the day I just drown in water (ayy!)
Don′t feel sorry for me, have a party for me
Bitches, balloons, Bacardi and weed
And let niggas know I died with a heart of a G (ayy!)

I was taught be smart, stay humble
I was taught be hard, don't fumble
I was taught in this concrete jungle
Rumble young man, rumble
I was taught stay hard as they come, dude
I was taught any problems confront you
I was taught in this concrete jungle
Rumble young man, rumble