Letras:
D12 Good Die Young

have fun (when your young) Cos time won't wait for noone (uh huh) When god calls, you gotta go home (go home) They say the good die young, (die young

have fun (when your young) Cos time won't wait for noone (uh huh) When god calls, you gotta go home (go home) They say the good die young, (die young

quarter million dollar whip Look like I turned pro shirt match his shoes dont I be styling Bro I'll be got damn look like I sell dope [Young Jeezy:]

now, homeboy, it's just me and you You see, people try to call us filthy trash Even though we live better and make mo' cash Than they do, I'm not a no-good

see you sweat) America I wanna see you Be young, be free, the American way Be young, be free, the American way America America America America Ohhhhhh

You gotta handle your own In the southwest ghetto zone Icp And to all the sets running in southwest detroit Good luck and stay strong Latin counts Young

they brew then shot everybody They set it up wrong created the ghetto And thought it wouldn't last long Thought we'd kill each other off didn't think We'd

spend/ Oldest child is her son in the 7th grade/ And he?ll just be turning 12 on his birthday/ A small boy with a brain to make a good life/ But he don

like Steve Nash Bitch your so hot i give yo ass a heat flash Young Money boy, I'm on 03' cash Such a CEO, like my homie D-Dash Gas... we mash like Pac