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[Young Chris] Young, Gunz Chris and Neef The home of Philly Tough love, first time around We got now we don't care who got next [Verse One] (Young Neef) Check we the future We got like a dime left To make sure our niggaz cool and our moms set It ain't safe every day is a bomb threat Game watered down you work harder or less (Young Chris) Just give it all to my daughter wit death Until then love me Cee and Neef baby give us a second Stand tall when they give us the pressure Cause if we fuck up our first chance Fans won't give us a second, check (Young Neef) Listen and learn you missin the message They will drop you and won't be missin your presence I'm the curse Young Cee he the present It don't work nigga give us the weapons When you murk from the Hearst leave you in the desert (Young Chris) Breeze through in a 7 45 45's need two in possession Got the Mack 11 two intertechers So ain't no tellin what I do to them vests's We ain't just shootin out reckless, nigga [Chorus] "Young . . Young, Young Gunners" "Chris and Neef", "We the future" "We the future" [Verse Two] (Young Chris) We pull up in them big boy trucks Big boy drops We be the only young boys that the big boys watch Neef and C official like a ref wit a whistle Protect shit a nickel Its death on a whistle Lose breath when I hit you Your best bet is to get through Fuck outta the lane I'm much outta my pain The stronger the game is quicker Live by the code fool Dinner time cold food, aim is sicker Much faster, blast ya Tearin ya niggaz We don't discriminate Hoes get the same as niggaz Comin straight out the North Of Death We give a fuck about a level we extort the best Who's the boss nigga (Young Neef) Kill em slow give a fuck who he know Our only purpose is that money and blow ain't scared to put a tag on his toe The pressures on so they lettin us go before our time and you already know, yo [Chorus] [Verse Three] (Young Neef) Just when they thought it was over The young'n soldier got focus, and notice negotiations about my closures but Wont lose my composure Buck a shot and be over Just like that, just give up rap Gives a fuck about the bitches Got to change our only livin Get my niggaz in position From the block into the kitchen Its my decision if I do it or not But who gon' come back to that slow ass block Yeah duckin them cops extendin them shots and meltin them glocks Yeah this might not be my permanent spot But what ever happens it happens I see you motherfuckers on top It be the real ones that block That's why I listen and watch (Young Chris) You gots to listen more than you talk so keep your mouth shut It ain't about rattin then you walk They say the bad come along wit the good So keep your awards Just make sure the cash come on home wit the hood [Chorus: repeat 2x] "Young . . Young, Young Gunners" "Chris and Neef", "We the future" "We the future" |
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[Young Chris] Where the pain set at? YOUNG GUNNAS (yeah, ok) Roc niggaz Niggaz got 'til January to get their shit together Yeah that nigga's January What, ok, what, ok Chad West Uh, yo [Verse 1] [Young Chris] Hey yo mama workin' hard Big brother on the run Little sister cuttin' up, man Shit, just outta luck, man Baby girl born She done brightened up my life a lot Block still poppin' Old ladies still drawin' (drawin') Haters still plottin' Tryin' to take my life away Don't matter, night or day C reactin' right away Bring it on when the temperature rise My intention's to ride Ain't no intent, but he die Niggaz bleed like us Forty, clip on my hip shorty Go get your clique I'm ready to squeeze like "What the..." Yeah this comin' out of Chris's mouth (Chris's mouth) How you niggaz bitchin', gettin' stitches Then get bitches, pourin' liquor out That's what Chris about Tryin' to figure out the beat Down on the outside, bleed in 'til you piss it out Block all them chickens out Fuck all them niggaz routes See I need air, plus my mama need a bigger house [Chorus] [Young Chris] It's just the town we live in North Phil my nigga South Philly with mittens Look how chilly the wrist is Poppin' willies with bitches Poppin' willies at snitches He got three ways to die From the roof or the river He gon' bleed if he try Man they shootin, it's vicious They got lugies and fifths 44s and infras, brads that get ya Leave a nigga dead, remember Hawk his hand, remember To watch his mouth or temper [Verse 2] [Beanie Sigel] Bitch niggaz actin' tough, but you know what that's about Prayin' that I hit 'em up, hopin' they can settle out But why flirt with death? It ain't worth the check Get your coffin nailed shut Placed in the dirt to rest Get you linin' up, tears again Mama in tears again I guess death is the number one fear, man But I ain't scared I can tell it's comin, I can feel it in the air I can smell it Comin' fully prepared To meet the fuckin' man in a trenchcoat I ain't high, but trying to duck you long as I can though They say I'm flirting with the devil, talking blasphemy Cursing out the reaper, 'til the gate keep attached to me That's why I see the light Shootin' every thing in sight Warning every other day Bodies every other night (that's right) Death is the only thing for sure in life That's right Young Gunnas killin' ya tonight [Chorus] [Verse 3] [Neef] Yo, show me where to get a gun Better know where I'm from Load 'em up with dum-dums Leave a nigga one lung (ooh) Masking tape, hoodies, and gloves Boogies and snubs Yeah I put a dent in your mug Older brother beneath me Mother fuckers is sneaky Worryin' about where Neef be Get you act out easy (easy) Yeah this family greezy Believe me, how the fuck they impede me? Tables turned, now the family needs me Yeah, I want my shit Ain't shit you can teach me I'm young but not dumb You ain't from where I'm from You don't feel how I feel You ain't real how I'm real I ain't signed to that deal But for real, you should chill And let me do me dog Listen for once in life And we can stop playin' see-saw Until then I make it rain, niggaz feel my pain Until I'm out the game Of four quarter lanes [Chorus] [Verse 4] [Young Chris] Lord of the streets, I do it so my daughter can eat Mom's working three on her own Bringin' four in a week Now tell me how I'm gonna budget that Little sister graduated elementary Big brother's life in the judge's lap Even my mother packed, stuck in this war zone I've been a bad boy, puffin' before Combs Fo sure, homies strapped like bamboo There's nothing we can't do It's tucked in my pants too You bustas will scramble Shoulda had 'em sellin' but Niggaz tattletale 'em when they rush in that van, dude So I had to smarten up You know, chalk 'em up Bye-bye mother fucker, drive-by, we walkin' up Put your little lockers up, hang your little snub, nigga You a little thug, give you slugs 'til he cough it up Them niggaz soft as butt Even your balls is soft I'm about to charge 'em up Niggaz stop, your offer's up [Chorus] |
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[Young Chris + Neef Talking]
Where the ladies You can feel me I wanna be your mother, your father Your brother, your sister Your everything [VERSE 1] [Young Chris rappin'] I think i might wife her You know, powder blue rocawear suite White nikes (uh) My niggas like her She been with me through the grind Girl you put in that time like been liferz Got tight, use 2 hookey and chill She tight, plus she cook up a meal Had the hook up for real More headaches and stress cuz a child involved Itz all good cuz our sex be my tylenol Best baby doll of all Shit the rest of you childish broads Give me the sex then i'm tired of yall So find the next to provide for yall I got my babygirl Plus she bout to drop my baby girl (off) Forget about all the rumors you hear girl A newer life is soon to be here girl And cant nothin fuck up that Gotta fuck with that Cant find a better love than that [CHORUS] [Rell singin'] Dont stop givin me your lovin Cuz my hearts been racin for your lovin I wont give it up for nothin (cuz there's no better love) Girl you got me goin crazy You got me thinkin bout you baby Could you be my one and only lady (cuz there's no better love) [VERSE 2] [Neef rappin'] Comin up i thought cupid was stupid Only two loves, my family and music Fallen through somethin, jus couldnt do it It was the beginin of time And you was like nine but god damn you was fine Use to stay on my mind When i was out on my grind Open up the bags when im choppin my dimes There in the spindell Stood by me from the windows Popped up mad shit with me and got me rentals Sick with the plastic, what can i say Bitches hat around the way i had a lady, they Gossipin, watchin him, runnin back Moved up north, kinda fell of track Still my peoples though Love when i see you though Once a while, might call Jus to chill, might ball Forever my dogg Even when i downfall First in line whenever chicks is envolved [CHORUS] [Rell singing'] Dont stop givin me your lovin Cuz my hearts been racin for your lovin I wont give it up for nothin (cuz there's no better love) Girl you got me goin crazy You got me thinkin bout you baby Could you be my one and only lady (cuz there's no better love) [VERSE 3] [Neef + Young Chris rappin'] We the youngest in charge So leave them other scrubs We give you better love The same time its tough Baby i feel the same as Neef do Spit the game as he do You can take to Aint no need to bring your peoplelingere see through She got it goin on Oh thats Cant Stop, Wont Stop We got them goin home We got them all alone Jus us, nobody's wrong Im ahead if you give head We do our jobs at the mall [Rell singin'] Every since the day i saw your face My mind told me You were the one that was down (for me) And baby when i get laced Im gonna do what you want, i'll be there (truelu) So dont you let a thing Turn you away from the love you need (my dear) I dont wanna play Around with you, cuz i know i found lovin right here [CHORUS] [Rell singin'] Dont stop givin me your lovin Cuz my hearts been racin for your lovin I wont give it up for nothin (cuz there's no better love) Girl you got me goin crazy You got me thinkin bout you baby Could you be my one and only lady (cuz there's no better love) [CHORUS (until fade)] [Rell singin'] Dont stop givin me your lovin Cuz my hearts been racin for your lovin I wont give it up for nothin (cuz there's no better love) Girl you got me goin crazy You got me thinkin bout you baby Could you be my one and only lady (cuz there's no better love) |
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[Young Chris] Uh-huh, Young Gunnas Whoa Young Gunnas (Young Gunnas) Neef and C OK Young, young, young, young, young Young, young, young, young, young Young, Young Gunnas Three, two, one [Chorus] [Young Chris] It was a friday night and the bass was bumpin' (whoa) The honeys was rockin' The parties was jumpin' (whoa) And it wasn't long before everybody knew [Just Blaze] JUST BLAZE [Young Chris] was on the beat box [Just Blaze] Young Gunnas [Young Chris] the one with the heat rock Before I hit the club, hit the weed spot It goes a one (one), two (two), three (three), and [Verse 1] [Young Chris] (Ok, young Chris) Just like King Midas, as I was told Young C was on the block, thirteen years old I don't mean to brag Had the meanest bags To supply to my peeps I was bringin' hag Took charge of the block, game ping to ave (uh-huh) Still bringin' cash on the scene at last Still gloves and masks, as I proceed Mad Max, mad hats, mad hollow t's Your man actin' crazy, roll with the kid Playa a hell of a pimp You already know what it is They don't gotta notice the whips I don't show 'em the wrist They already know that I'm Chris And they know that's the stick To the script and I last long Hit 'em and I last long Can't drive a scale for Send 'em in a cab home He takin' mad long Get your bags gone I ain't got a dime for you Time for me to pass on [Chorus] [Verse 2] [Young Chris] (Chris, Chris and Lil' Neefy) Back in effect Best mack in the tech (uh-huh) Show you how to clap or perfect When they actin' all messed We from north Philly Free, Peedi Crakk, and the rest Max, south side, O and Sparks back on the west We the leaders of the new school Hate it 'cause my jewels cool Get my jewels, crew Every weekend it's a new crew 'Bout to set the record straight Soon as the record breaks Shit, some more, to the store, watch it levitate [Neef] And we never late Early in the game We brought pain (yup) Heavy spins up in every state (what) Yea you bound to hate Die if the bound, it quakes Seven-sixty-nine escape Put 'em all around ya face (yeah) Diamond cool, welcome ya place Get every dime you got up outta ya safe Plus you gettin' more surrounded with bake Before the law comes surrounding your place My dogs get every pound of your cake [Chorus] [Verse 3] [Neef] (young, young, young, young Neef) We the present and the future You might as well get used to It's been around a minute Given 'em what they wanted The niggaz, they never front it They still sick to they stomach Once they hear about the gunnas [Young Chris] Yeah they know that girls comin [Neef] Yeah, you try to tell her Please baby don't wear that She's on her own Think she ain't tryin to hear that You know what's gonna happen after the party C and Neef up in the suite You fishin' 'em down in the lobby Back at the back She trippin' all at the army (army) Me cuffed my lib, not even probably (probably) The game's here, so these chickens get bodied (bodied) We show you how we switch up better than a party Get it in a party We slippin' out, hardly Baby, Beretta'd up Yeah this your beat army Hit them niggaz up Then we breeze off Tommy Fuck it, right behind me The whole block behind me (yup) [Chorus] [Young Chris] Chris and Lil' Neef Chris and Lil' Neef Chris [x6] Lil' Neef Chris and Lil' Neef Chris and Lil' Neef Chris [x 6] Lil' Neef |
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Rich girl, and youve come to far
Cuz you know it don't matter anyway You can rely on the old mans money You can rely on the old mans money Rich girl, but your going to far Cuz you know it don't matter anyway You can say money but it wont get ya to far, get ya to far [Chris] Yea you a rich girl, girl And you livin in that rich girl world Well bitch im a pimp, baby it's da Roc I'm da baby from da block They can hate they cant fade us Long as the ladies wanna die If is da ladies holla, who is ya baby fatha? Don't jump out the pocket I jump out n pop it Were back at cha soldier Matter fact, i told ya I showed ya u kno if like it And after that it's over, that's it for him Bills leave it upon him If i decide to come, kids leavin them on him Cheatin all on him visa spendin it on me And it's cool whenever C come, leavin it on him Chea, that's what i like about ya Keepin it young and in order My number one supporter Girl that's why i write about ya Well stick wit him, im broke as you We'll both be cool long as u a do you'll be labeled as a Rich girl, and youve come to far Cuz you know it don't matter anyway You can rely on the old mans money You can rely on the old mans money It's a bitch girl, but youve come to far Cuz you know no it don't matter anyway You can say money but it wont get ya to far, get ya to far [Juelz] Yo i went from bad girl to rich girl That girl, to this girl I ain't care if that girl was his girl That girl would get twirled Rapped up in a pimp swirl I was layin my mack down, for shizzerl I was layin the pipe in every lady I liked up in the 80's My life was really crazy Hey ma, wassup? I been like dis since the 80's You still a gold digger Livin off ya own nigga He was a O-G, livin off of O-G's He got killed you started sniffin through his O-G's Ho please, no we don't spend no g's on you so leave Let's roll we move like goldie and the mack do My homie got the mack tru, thats just in case ya man want it You should roll wit some homies that'll back you Poke it in ya back to maybe you'll live like a Rich girl, and youve come to far Cuz you know it don't matter anyway You can rely on the old mans money You can rely on the old mans money It's a bitch girl, but youve come to far Cuz you know no it don't matter anyway You can say money but it wont get ya to far, get ya to far [Neef] Yo play ya cards right You might last long Trust i fucks 'em and duck 'em Baby my arms strong Straight brush 'em off the collars I ain't got no baby momma's I'm young wit none That's just a bunch of drama You won't have me caught up No child supporters Payin them lawyers Cover the orders I need one to help get it across the border Real way i ain't talkin about the borders And when i'm done help me move out on the corners The law around she be tuckin a toast up on her Make me put it on ya tryna see where ya cake at Ya bake that ya fish girl, yo juelz take that, take that Give me the drop and we gettin them a-tacks Shut up and take these stacks And don't give me no face back No, bucky don't play that I do what i does Keepin this between them chickens And i show em no love Cause your a Rich girl, and youve come to far Cuz you know it don't matter anyway You can rely on the old mans money You can rely on the old mans money It's a bitch girl, but youve come to far Cuz you know no it don't matter anyway You can say money but it wont get ya to far, get ya to far |
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[Jay-Z]
Ya know what we doin here Young, H-O-V From the number one, R-O-C We got another one [Verse One - Young Neef] Yo its a big payback Revenge at the tip of my lips Grip on my fifth and brought my big K back Y'all don't understand some of the pain I go through Half of y'all can't even dig it Y'all can't even picture A motherfucker killin someone you close to And they say its over someone you close to And they family approach you And you dealin wit his family emotions And these motherfuckers say you ain't focused at the same time But they wasn't on the same vibe I remain calm This aim mine when its game time Though you gone dog you spirit still wit us For the clueless we just clearin the picture And we airin them niggaz Ridin hard 'til we bury them wit'cha Show you how much we care for you niggaz And I'm ready to pop My crew to 'for they let me get popped Rest in piece A-L, O-reddy, and Hop (They'll Neva Take Me Alive!!!) [Both Young Neef and Young Chris] [Hook - Young Neef] Its Young Neef, Y-G From the number one, R-O-C We got another one (They'll Never Take Me Alive!!!) [Young Chris] Its Young Neef, Y-G From the motherfuckin, R-O-C We got another one (They'll Never Take Me Alive!!!) [Young Chris] [Verse Two - Jay-Z] The commission was our vision We ain't it see it come to fruition We ran outta time dam You think I'm just a fan you out your mind That was my motherfuckin man and my partner in crime Big you had the Mafia Me, I got the Property Got a lot of these fake families out here copyin But nigga trust Ima flush all this bullshit All this fake Tupac and fake Suge shit We ain't the first to make hood shit We ain't invent the wheel But we made the Goodrich tire And Now we hood rich And I rhyme like my momma still in the hood shit But my momma got V12 under the hood She got C-L on back of the 6 Now my only job is to help little Chris Get his momma out this bitch Avoid the drama out this bitch (They'll Never Take Me Alive!!!) [Young Chris] [Hook - Jay-Z] Young, H-O-V From the number one, R-O-C We got another one (They'll Never Take Me Alive!!!) [Young Chris] Young, H-O-V From the number one, R-O-C I got another one [Verse Three - Young Chris] Just lost another one We'll always love you dog Just like my mother son My second brother dog They say we go to hell When he die we ain't lose 'em But Hov say "throw it up" so we gotta keep it movin So me I maintain But its stress on my brain But your death ain't in vain Lost my breath when it came and uh They say we joyce in death but the pain Best believe my first boy gon' be blessed wit your name All that's left is your face on the picture On my dresser in the frame And it just ain't the same I'm like Dam man, how my another homey missin Not to mention big homey stressin Where do I go for advice Man its shows every week But its bodies every night Men is cold on these streets and uh Niggaz know the police And the drama its still there And my momma she still there (They'll Never Take Me Alive!!!) [Both Young Chris and Jay-Z] [Hook - Young Chris] Its Young Chris, Y-G From the number one, R-O-C We got another one (They'll Never Take Me Alive!!!) Its Young Chris, Y-G From the motherfuckin, R-O-C We got another one (They'll Never Take Me Alive!!!) [Verse Four - Jay-Z] Now its no turnin back, its like a gat Once you pull it dog you never put it back 'til you clap Tell the hood I'm back this ain't rap This is shit I'm just tellin you on a track, I relax Niggaz fell into the trap You like a puppet wit no strings We hella good at that, in fact Exactly where you at is where we wanted you for months So we could come thru wit Mack and hrrrraatt This is war my niggaz Y'all niggaz is drawn like cartoon figures, its a fact We pour out a little liquor cause we lost a couple niggaz But we bout to get y'all back, we sat We plotted y'all demise Got a box wit yo' size and your name attached How you lu'dat Its only right B-I in L-A God bless your life (They'll Never Take Me Alive!!!) [Both Jay-Z and Young Chris] [Hook - Jay-Z] Young, H-O-V From the number one, R-O-C I got another one (They'll Never Take Me Alive!!!) [Young Chris] Young, H-O-V From the motherfuckin, R-O-C We got another one |
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[Denim: Singing]
I swear to hold you down for as long as we both shall live I never made a move without ya, my homie that's just how it is Now we need each other more than ever, don't leave me by myself.. [Chris] Young Chris... (check it) Young Neef.. Together for ever, Neef & C I give a fuck how y'all feel but that's real to me! [Chorus - Denim x2] Let's do whatever it takes to find our way to find a way, to find a way [Chris] I would turn green, from me...being in trenches Him, livin adventurous...not worryin about expenditures Think back, I never left the premesses 24/7 on corner, now let's remember this After school, you wrote your rhymes while I sat in your crib One of the first niggaz you let in your crib Moms treated me like a son since day one Thinkin 'bout how she talking bout she can't wait til that day come The thing about that, I weren't even thinkin bout rap Til I met you and thank you for that And now you got us lookin like Jaz & Jay T-Mac and Carter Neef, gotta work harder Neef Shit...we runnin with S. Carter Neef Dame & Biggs, get on your game my nig The whole clique feel the same my nig So don't think cuz I'm ahead of you I changed my nig [Chorus x4] [Chris] Now we got rich athletes that practice evr'day Look at Hov, seem him in action everyday He still at it, sold 5 million, still practicin You still with me? Units is movin...they still yappin homie And I came into this game on your back and your game ain't intact And I'm tryin to do my thang All I wanna know is if you tryin to do the same I feel like I could do without you, at the same time I can't Cuz at the same time it'll hurt Ain't no shame in our game but our moms'll be hurt Dreams of being stars, a lotta niggaz ?? If you can't do it for us, do it for Ms. Kim Plus we promised both our mommas that we would You know if we break that promise, it'll break they little hearts Let's get this album out, and try to make it to the charts Time for us to see the light, we done made it through the dark homie [Chorus] [Neef] The kid back in the zone, killin them songs I'm back to my old self, C I'm 'bout to prove em wrong Cuz in the past, a lotta shit been fucked up Like when you hear Young Chris and don't hear Neef Buck Young Gunna I got ya.. But you hatas gonna make me snap, cock back and red dot ya Face it, ya basic...you can't tie my laces Now I got the game mapped, plus I want my spot back We together forever, these niggaz can't stop that Do it for who? I do it for you! Let's be for real homeboy, they not our crew And since we talkin facts, it's really just us two (Whoo) And I know you feel the same when you're signed But you couldn't even ride cuz I wasn't on my job Don't never ever think I left your side Never T-mac and Carter C, Man you a part of me Brother from another, even though my momma loved you like her own Let's do this rap shit and just move on I just thought I was passin a baton, lettin you kill them songs Now I feel I'm all wrong God forbid this rap shit'll don't even work out Still know the Coke route, still get our moms out And that's a promise we could never break C you never changed, don't be dogged... that was my mistake But don't worry, we gon get this in a hurry Young Chris, Young Neef; Tough Luv til we bury |
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[Young Chris] Yeah, C and Neef baby We grown men (rock wit me) I don't know what they told you (rock wit me) But I'm a grown man ma (we grown men ma) Neef grown to baby (he grown to baby) (we gettin couple dollars to baby, yea!!) (we get our own cake to baby) I know we in our late teens [Verse One - Young Chris] She my down ass chick Love me plus she like to come down my strip Get paralyzed wipe down my shit I love ya boo Your my bugaboo Type bug your boo All day all night then I murk when the birds chirp [Chorus - Young Chris : repeat 2x] "YEEAAH", If you want it "YEEAAH", Baby you can get it Still doin shows and after parties And after the party its back to the party at our crib [Verse 2] Niggaz stinjy we party where I live Niggaz offended like beg your pardon that my chick (is that yo chick) Excuse me this ain't her first time here And don't approach me like that, get roasted like that Damn shorty playin wit your emotions like that You a grown man she got'chu open like that You put somethin around her finger Now she got'chu wrapped around her finger its official Well that's you that's what'chu get for trickin Keep givin her doe she take care of the Chris- and I play my position, yup, give her the dick and Come in her come soon as I'm done tell her I'm skippin She like, now that'chu got what'chu wanted you actin different Im like [Chorus - Young Chris] "YEEAAH" "YEEAAH" Still doin shows and after parties And after the party its back to the party at our crib "YEEAAH", If you want it "YEEAAH", Baby you can get it Still doin shows and after parties And after the party its back to the party at our crib [Verse Three - Young Neef] If you want it, you can get it You can come, but'chu can't live here If I hit it, I want Chris to hit it To I know you wit it bitches Mad cause I partied then danced up wit your girl friend Smoked and bent mainly drunk off Cris' And I wasn't even feelin that bitch She actin all pissy same time saditty A little bit silly I can't even get a quickie Never that, got a area code for every city Couple young freaks, couple old heads that dig me Thinkin they gon' mold me, knowin they can't control me Young'n been fuckin old head ain't shit you showed me Got a walk like George and I talk like Goldie Nope you can't hold me from hittin your homies I do enough rappin at work listen to oldies [Chorus - Young Chris : repeat 2X] "YEEAAH", If you want it "YEEAAH", Baby you can get it Still doin shows and after parties And after the party its back to the party at our crib |
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[Chris] Lights is getting dimmer, nights getting colder Lost three of my soldiers, life feel like its over Unloading its something in my way,there's something in my way They'll never take me alive I got something on the way Ima survive, Ima try to do straight Try to make it alive, be around for that due date But its hard, niggaz hattin him hard That lost hurt to the heart, but still they say its they fault We blame y'all, nigga how nigga please Its still on baby, tell them niggaz have they still off safety What about them other fake dudes that he grew up with Elementary, Middle school up with Man them niggaz was there ain't move yet I'm starting to think they had something to do with it I use to think them niggaz was scared, its looking a little shaky now Them niggaz happpy, his lil brother snappin his mother hatting me now(damn) [Chorus] I know it hurt somedays Isn't this the game we chose to play Now that everything in life ain't gold But it will be ok Afterwards a bullet ain't got no aim And y'all know bullets ain't got no name But this is the life we chose And it will never change [Neef] Every night we reminisce about that three day trip Same night that we left got a call, you hit Thought you was still with us, ain't no need that we flip Got a call from aunt peaches found out where you was hit Three hit him, several missed him, and you just a couple inches you don't know how much we miss him bullshitting in the kitchen ninety percent fiss fights leading to them slammers But lil Dre can't understand until' one of them niggaz vanished This rap shit is crazy, but believe me Ima try Whether happen or not homie I got lil Five And with the real ones Ima slice my pies,as you would have wanted Man I'm so sick to my stomach That you ain't around to join the fruits of our labor Shits about to get major, and these niggaz really hate us Around for nothing giving me teeth and palm But I don't pay them no mind just try to focus and rhyme(Ya know) [Chorus] [Chris] Aunt peaches thats where you can reach us Cook out every other, til they took a nigga brother Love you like a brother, so I try to take you brother in He be on some other shit,I be tryna tell him man, I see how you feel He had intentions on killing my big brother just to let me see how he feel Telling me his life over fuck it, cops know They after him, before they catch him he got people to kill That boy crazy he got people for real He gone wound up laying somewhere peaceful forreal Like he the only one going through the pain Like his momma and aunt peaches ain't going throught the same Cool one minute, then he going through a change I don't need that around, keep the heaters around Just like the rest of them niggaz that I leave int the town So I seperate myself, I live better with myself [chorus: 2x] |
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(Young Chris)
to let you know i got potential dont know me from a can of paint know what im into know when you see gunna you see hunger i been signed for the last three summers and still broke bitch but i stay with 2 chicks i can nail keep a fifth stay with two clipse like Pharrell kept some money though every since a kid i can sell when the house was running rubbers i was the kid rocking shells to let you know im on when i say i am yeah ask them niggas dog i dont play with em tax the niggas dog they be payin me or ill be layin them cause in a game dog fuck a flagrant foul im motha fuckin favored im wild dun give a fuck and its whatever i blazed in a while so bring it on niggas on niggas tell me what its gon be they said it was somthin but they aint kno what it was gonna be Chorus (Cam'ron) he act like a hoe im airin him give hoes sysirians uh oh they darin em lo los im scarin them po pos in fear of em those o's preparin them my jewelry look like a straight up frozen aquarium (damn) frozen aquarius outkast aquemini leave wit a gemini Kalim is da only friend of mine while im lyin mystine is a good friend of mine ( thats my man) we do in any arena ninas like genuwine inches like genuwine i had to check the time feds was watchin switched it up from ten to nine i aint pickin locks i got a bigger pot odd number hoes sold right inside the chicken spot stolen cable still got the chip in box still got the clip and glock fell like the chicken pox when i pop up on u leave ya chicken rocks fried extra crispy in the chicken box Chorus (Neef Buck) to let u no im cuttin off first in order to fuck ma u gotta suck me off first how im supposed to kill em when u got ur dirt somebody betta get em for somebody come and kill em fools ?????????? since somebody down to come and fill em dudes up wit hollows send em to the spinal tubes up they nostrils put em up in crtical thats if we aint finish u better not remeber who did this to u witnesses too gotta go shorty blow business is do i got a plan on gettin this money movin my crew all real niggas is snakes i see through all still wheres theyre fake a read through their lines between ur eyes and ur brows its a spray that they found them niggas foul what u think this is ben conscious like the nonsense ???????????????? what u motha fuckas think that im blind |
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| 11. |
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[Verse 1] [Chris] Your digits ain't rising fam its like you're lactose and tolerant. We got fridges for the taliban load attire man, betta keep ya set up, million dolla man soon to be we next up, get wet up I been fresh since a little one bitch I school the others travel from the little gun force ones. See my rocket's set?, speak my name and I cock it wet. How can I forget see the game she the same I tried to get back in grats HEY. Man them bitches bought the gift and the curse and heard the verse off the track HEY. Bitches please same C wont gas ME. Your boy's classy for those who don't know Chris. He like Hypnotics mixed with Henney he's ferocious toasters right beside and clip extending ya suppose to open fire on any nigga that approach us fucking roaches most of my niggas from the pro-jects 40-o-ez fuck a Moette. Mo' money mo' sex no more stress. And for the cut I take it out on my ememies, taking out all my enemies, any coward a friend to me, if he bring the pain, we bringing flowers and memories and that's real press my hand and see if my cards reveal. Had to see some of the hardest squeal. Ya'll guard ya grill. [Chorus] [Chris (Neef)] (Got a) Whole lot of loving. (Got a) Whole lot of soul. (Round a) Whole lot of thuggin' but baby that's how I roll. (Round a) Whole lot of niggas. (Round a) Whole lot of hoes. (Make a) Whole lot of digits becuz I'm sick with the flows. (Mamis) leaving they niggas (yeah). Leave wit a nigga (yeah). They like oh that's that young nigga that Sigel be with (yeah). I think he ready ohh girl I gotta roll it up. They be like bitch you can get it long as you old enough. [Verse 2] [Sparks] Block ? Yeah nigga. I can tell you why these thugs ride tell you why these thugs die. And to the day of my demise I'm blowing, I'm blowing my la-la-la-la-la-la, till' I come in off this high. Till these polies appahend me? Till these pricks still to me I'm doing me. I'm running crazy thru the city with the two and letting my thing quake on these noonies for even think that they can do me dirty. I'm nine cluching on the west side of Philly exchanging my war story with all of my little homies playing the MOB. Who just refuse to get a job so they back and forth in and out of these correctional facilities. I'm getting phone calls from me? every week laughing talking bout how the whole block feeling me. And how when he coming home he ride for me. See that used to be me so I feel him I got love. Got a... [Chorus] [Chris (Neef)] (Got a) Whole lot of loving. (Got a) Whole lot of soul. (Round a) Whole lot of thuggin' but baby that's how I roll. (Round a) Whole lot of niggas. (Round a) Whole lot of hoes. (Make a) Whole lot of digits becuz I'm sick with the flows. (Mamis) leaving they niggas (yeah). Leave wit a nigga (yeah). They like oh that's that young nigga that Sigel be with (yeah). I think he ready ohh girl I gotta roll it up. They be like bitch you can get it long as you old enough. [Verse 3] [Neef] Yo same o? same o? they want me to work more just a year ago they ain't give fuck bout boy. As far as the bank you can't get a penny up out yours so don't tell me shit about family we starvin? You helped me stay in this group, I beg your pardon I started this before Chris nigga don't forget make he come off the hip on what you saying out cha lips. Swelling on the past there's no telling if I's blast. Put it back in bags still selling to the mass. You move fast might crash, so I move at my own pace, ain't no love loss cause I got my own taste. You don't put no working hands on my plate, to me that shit is snake. Them referreds? tell me sleep safe. But wait shhhhhhh. You niggas cake we don't need no fifths my niggas wiring up the shit while we tieing up the strip. Got a... [Chorus] [Chris (Neef)] (Got a) Whole lot of loving. (Got a) Whole lot of soul. (Round a) Whole lot of thuggin' but baby that's how I roll. (Round a) Whole lot of niggas. (Round a) Whole lot of hoes. (Make a) Whole lot of digits becuz I'm sick with the flows. (Mamis) leaving they niggas (yeah). Leave wit a nigga (yeah). They like oh that's that young nigga that Sigel be with (yeah). I think he ready ohh girl I gotta roll it up. They be like bitch you can get it long as you old enough. [Verse 4] [Chris] Exclusive nigga take it how you want it man take it from the gunners ememies won't dispute us (nope). They liking heat like in Bermuta, I mack a broad out in Cuba. Touch ya boss then recruit cha. Neva lost ain't a loser, been all around the world wit my nigga Jigga ya'll chicken scoopers plenty of times, she ain't getting a penny of mine, I turn your buns into the cinnamon kind wit one shot, that one block still a envy of mine, like I ain't come from the same, I can't run from the pain nigga, I ain't run from a thing home they act a fool when they get hot. I turn the sun into rain though something the game lost another one to the game. So when bodies drop nuttin ashame. Just a big payback boy ya handguns'll bring the big K's back. And spray back about a hundred and change. [Chorus] [Chris (Neef)] (Got a) Whole lot of loving. (Got a) Whole lot of soul. (Round a) Whole lot of thuggin' but baby that's how I roll. (Round a) Whole lot of niggas. (Round a) Whole lot of hoes. (Make a) Whole lot of digits becuz I'm sick with the flows. (Mamis) leaving they niggas (yeah). Leave wit a nigga (yeah). They like oh that's that young nigga that Sigel be with (yeah). I think he ready ohh girl I gotta roll it up. They be like bitch you can get it long as you old enough. [Verse 5] [Chris (background)] You dudes ain't bout nuttin?(yeah) but you front and you're lame (yeah). Since I was young and if I want it I claim and I got that. Niggas start blobbin?off names where my block at. So I got a spot in the game off my profit. And I lock that ya'll cant do it no betta so why not get. Soon to be legends Roc-A-Fella's the label, Property's the crew that I'm reppin? two in possession like who wanna test us..HUH? You dudes ain't bout nothing but you front and you're lame. Since I was young and if I want it I claim and I got that. Niggas start blobbin?off names where my block at. So I got a spot in the game off my profit (snitches). And I lock that ya'll cant do it no betta so why not get. Soon to be legends Roc-A-Fella's the label, Property's the crew that I'm reppin? two in possession like who wanna test us..HUH? NUCCA WHAT? WA? |
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[Intro] haha, it's about time niggaz gangsta gangsta, a young gangsta, what you wanna b a gangsta, can't stop me,gangsta gangsta, a young gangsta, what you wanna b a gangsta [Verse 1 - Neef] Motha fuckas i'm comming down where it ain't nuttin nice, where niggaz hear that price and b at ya the same night, try to kill ya got a knife fuck a fight snatch ya life, i got thirty in my rim pipe and motha fuck i can fight, they say we living but i say we just a light, eachothers crunches and these niggaz b unlucky, heavy and shit, unwilling to spit, knowing i'm like em baby brotha in tha crib and u b standing on a cliff i b witnessing a fifth, cuz i brought a lotta hollow tips just if you niggaz clipped and we ain't on tha same tip (shit), i got to bang at ya niggaz for tha love of tha figuers hell ya we kill eachother and kidnap they baby mothas and do dirt to ones that love us, yeah ones like no otha sorta like ya brotha and i got my niggaz covered as long as i'm alive they alive promise i'm gon' ride and never play both sides [chorus X2] don't bust and keep back now i bet you get clapped clown and you wont come back round once you hear how that mack sounds [GUN SHOT] i bet ya you'll back down ya know how to act now on ya life, niggaz i put a price that's right [Verse 2 - Neef] uh thats where we live at war, bring it where your kids at, we your enemies where eva you get at, nigga you get back or get your motha fucking head cracked [TWO GUN SHOTS] thats where we live at, at least a hundred thousand just to get your kids back, unsolved about that kidnap all about that rift raft when you wasn't wit that ?? so loud for tha crowd you niggaz get back, in tha clouds when you Lakers all that chit chat, i got a fifth mag thinkin you a shit bag, running on tha ends these niggaz put ya in them pens, staples r crazy, you fuckas shouldnt play me, multiple stab wounds caught em slippin should a had guns up in tha backroom, now tha lord will see em soon, we get it all late, midnight or early afternoon when eva where eva wit that motha fucking chedda yep [Chorus X2] [Verse 3 - Neef] Most defently niggaz wont get tha recipe, tha flows stupid it's much more then music, what you tryin to get at homie i've been through it, so don't b talk foolish cuz your life you will loose it, as soon as i pull it start the finger movement and bullets start comming out tha top and motha fuckas yelling down tha block screaming out somebody got shot and he left this shit a mess, ambulence it was left, i'm a bitch wit tha tech, i wont let ya get a breath, if ya reach then you wacked from your feet to ya kneck, if you come around tha set you wont make it out to tell it, flesh rushin from tha pellets, in they clothes you can smell it, no witnesses to tell it, you fucking wit a two time fellon and still i'll put two to ya mellon and open you up, yeah you pussies started it but, don't what none of Buck put ya runners up i don't give a fuck [Chorus X2] |
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(Verse 1 - Young Chris)
All niggaz envying chris. i gotta load up and empty them clips. now those pussies will back up. Tommy G's difference from Back Up. coming through tha house creeping. i'm tha new house keeping. motha fuck all that loud speaking. call tha neighbors hear his loud speakers. no need for smalls keeping. kill tha bitch then we out freezing. now thats some witnesses we leaving fuck tha child proofing. as i cease ya fuck back and forth wit tha rappers. that's gon' leave ya back and forth wit them clappers. and i ain't goin back to court wit them crackers. want a district attorney. stay strapted so those bitches wont burn me. TAKE THAT. where tha F did you earn it? take tha lesson and learn it. the most important is to pass it and burn it. betta get it cuz most of these rappers that talkin aint eva live it. tha niggaz that said they wit it said they did it Get tha fuck outta here, bitch ass nigga. niggaz get fucked at tha county, nigga feel this like, (Young Chris) Fresh off tour Philadelphia is your's. Freeway thats my lean way that help me to score (Freeway - Rhyme) Stay fesh dress and West blessed me wit this track. him and Chad West dont guess nigga they from North. P-H-I double L Y. dont fuck wit tha props squad get hit wit tha sixth four. dont fuck wit them big boys. free to live fresh like them Mel guy. fuck ya killa wit tha knife its similar to Columbine and Free dont get down like nobody's boys. He that boy that you know get to workin and niggaz start hurtin let you purchase a ? from em, yeah. keep his hammer closer then Kim to em. So playaz and robbers i'm out tha question. Cops ask my fiends 21 questions but I answer 21 extras. Flex tha Suburban, bullets dipped in detergent. Full planes of curosion. Hit ya fucking flesh up. have you niggaz playing catch up. Take a pop out tha poppers, block for blocka. Get tha beat witout a beating (Neef - Ryhme) Yeah my first name Neef and my last name Buck. from tha first time I beef or a motha fucka mess up. instead of knuckling up these motha fuckas get plucked. From where there young'z snatching grass and they trippin on dust. all they take is a puff these niggaz be right back at ya. tryin to leave ya niggaz living as snatchas. bout tha cream we roll around like a SWAT team wit beems and try not to hit no innocent teens. about tha cream work hard now, live up my dream. aint tryin to stress ova no shorts or ugly things. that aint for me or even my team. we be layin back in Suburbans and eatin some beans. the more i go in this game tha harder it seems. this shit been watered down tryin to raise out tha ground. one was sweet ya peace still lugging around. say Neef aint sweet still repping tha town YA KNOW (CD SCRATCHES) (Young Chris- Rhyme) Fresh off tour Philadelphia is your's. Freeway thats my lean way that help me to score. Investin in these busineses i make my business his. But this is Chris, adress em if there's war. A message from Shakur all you got is a bitch. aint no pride in ya bitch, she let em have it she fit. she define them clips she astatic. and she'd rather walk wit shells instead of matics. I get a kick outta tha bitch like Jet Lee. She went WILD when them niggaz was hatin. got her boy outta tha situation wit one BLOW. so what NOW? play you chumps LOUD. it's like red nose picture you punks GROWL. get dumb FOUND. get him HOW? (Neef) We catch him and beat him. (Chris) several bodies not one FOUND. (Neef) not loyal to feed em (Chris) they neva found em guilty not one TRIAL. not one FOUND that can look any younger cuz they woulda been took me under (Both) Fuckin crackers (Neef- Rhyme) Girls love us thats what makes em hate us. well fuck it dawg we make tha paper. dont make us make tha papers. they cant fade us, fuck what they go through HEY. halos halos go through CLAY, go through tha WAY hit a bunch of teeth wit pine. dont worry i can read they mind, Fuckin faggots. you niggaz eatin so we brought a fork. we ask for beef those niggaz throw us pork. we throw them all up. when i'm shoppin fill tha mall up. cops everywhere. exit out be for they block every stair. now it's hot everywhere. gotta bounce all out. make you niggaz pure tha pounds all out, i need tha chronic. now we gotta leave tha town and fuck tha airport we bringin ?. coffe grinders takin chronic. lil rascals better be for December, I'm GONE (MUSIC TIL FADE) |
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[Young Chris talking] Just need a lil time man, thats all I need Lost alot of soliders ya know Rest In Peace Mom duke struggling Baby on the way [Young Chris] I know I promised you the house and the wheel Just need a little time for the house on the hills Got all the bills to keep this crib too So when we in the city thats the spot we can chill Be on your own, been working all your life Went to school every other day working all your nights I know your tired of the bullshit ma Forget about it now your boy Chris rhyme, we good No more corner store grub, eat good Damn right we gon' take avantage as we should As they say we shall over come In the hood most of young die over guns (Its real) I lost three in like three months straight We see the pain to see youngs face, it ain't a game And they think its all peaches and cream They thinkin mines and Im broke when they see me on screen See what I mean, I let ya niggaz read in between Just give me....tiiiime [Hook] All I need All I need is tiiiime, tiiiime All I need All I need is time [Young Neef] To put you right where you need to be Lens up in the game, now the shit ain't what it used to be But Ima grind now until we all good 'Till we layin in the woods and got property up in the hood You runnin real estate, ain't got to worry bout being late takin orders Ya boy will help support ya Funny how the young'n had did it Alot thought he was gon' stop but the boy stuck with it You even questioned it, whole hood stressin it I come too far to let it go down the drain But half of you motherfuckers dont understand my pain I got to deal with these lames to get this little bit of change Little bit of fame and the girls think I changed Same shit, different toilet when you messing with the game I rather do this though, and fucking my wrist glow Same niggaz who doubted now they sayin we should blow Homey ain't raise no coward I was takin the shit slow [Hook] [Young Chris] Look man, the cops is gettin vicious the streets gettin colder My nephew gettin tall my niece gettin older You know their pop, thats my brother fam Lil sis back home gettin grown on the other hand Givin me feedback Now I gotta put a end to that before she get wild and start havin see scrat Mom duke stressin still workin every night My niggaz right and Im impliyin in every kite Just the other night lost a close homey man He got caught sleepin with his toast on him, damn Shame he cant see his son grow Younger brother got game on his way to the pros And I was just runnin with him He got two cousins just came home, couldnt even get a summer with him And everybody knew his life goes, true hustler but thats the way life goes Love to the jails everybody stayin broke doin...tiiiime |
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(Intro: Young Chris)
Uh feel my pain, chea uh-huh Uh, Young Gunnas, Chris and Neef It's real shit North of Death, home of Philly Uh, chea uh (Verse 1: Young Chris) Lights is gettin' dimmer Nights gettin' colder Lost three of my soldiers Life feel like it's over Unloadin' there's somethin' in my way They'll never take me alive I got somethin' on the way I'ma survive I'ma try to do straight Try to make it alive, be around for that due date But it's hard, niggaz hatin' em hard That loss hurt to the heart But still they say it's they fault, we blame y'all Nigga how, nigga please It's still on baby Tell them niggaz had they still off safety What about them other fake dudes that he grew up wit Elementary middle school up wit Man them niggaz was there ain't move yet I'm startin' to think they had somethin' to do wit it I used to think them niggaz was scared It's lookin' a little shaky now Niggaz happy his little brother's laughin', his mother hate me now (Chorus: Denim) Even though it hurts some days This is the game we chose to play Not everything in life is gold but it will be okay Now a bullet ain't got no aim And y'all know bullets ain't got no name But this is the life we chose And it will never change (Verse 2: Neef) Everyday we reminisce about that three day trip Same night that we left, got a call you hit Thought you was still wit us, aimed at me that he flipped Got a call from my peaches found out where you was hit Three hit himself who missed him and you just a couple inches You don't know how much you miss him, bullshittin' in the kitchen Ninety percent fist fights leadin' to them slammers But lil' Drake ain't understand until one of them niggaz vanish This rap shit is crazy but believe me I'ma try Whether happened or not homie I got lil' five And with the real ones I'ma slice my pies As you would of wanted, man I'm so sick to my stomach That you ain't around enjoyin' the fruits of our labors Shit's about to get major, and these niggaz really hate us Around for nothin' givin' me teeth and palms Man I don't pay 'em no mind, just try to focus and rhyme ya know (Chorus) (Verse 3: Young Chris) Aunt Peaches that's where you can reach us Cook out every other til' they took a nigga brother Love ya like a brother so I try to take ya brother And he be on some other shit, I be tryin' to tell 'em man I seen how you feel He had intentions on killin' my big brother Just to let me see how he feel Tellin' me his life over f**kin' cops They know they after, run before they catch him he got people to kill That boy crazy, he got people for real He gone wind up layin' somewhere peaceful for real Like he the only one goin' through the pain Like his mom and Aunt Peaches ain't goin' through the same Cool one minute, then he goin' through a change I don't need that around, keep the heaters around Just like the rest of the niggaz that I leave in the town So I separate myself, I look better wit myself (Repeat Chorus) |
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[Intro] Let's do it ooh ooh Ramsy, Nasty, Young yo uh yo [Young Chris] We here to make sure these niggaz take heat and remember That we bout it bout it business Like P in the Limit Got some bout it bout it bitches that fein for the nigga Used to flee me for the niggaz now C all up in it Hit it when I want to no matter how you treat 'em How much you flee 'em you can get it when you want to You don't have to eat 'em Just dick 'em down right Never speak on another playa she don't like Get a flagour for that Fuck you hatin' for Dude just playin' his part, she datin boy Down at the club she just had to go Young Gunnas from State P had a show You show see them people shakin and shakin And movin and groovin but Gunna was coolin Long as I had my tullin' the girlies was choosin Everybody else actin foolish Over there actin stupid Come over here and we shootin [Chorus] If you at the bar buying drinks holla Ooh Ooh V.I.P full of sticky stick say OOh Ooh If you ready creep wit his wife holla Ooh ooh (like, like) let's do it If its 23's on the wheel's holla Ooh Ooh Young Gunnaz bangin through the speaker say Ooh Ooh If you cheatin on ya man tonight holla Ooh Ooh (like) ooh ooh (like) ooh ooh let's do it [Young Neef] Don't tell 'em nothing These niggaz ain't bout nothin They look here wit them fake stares We gon get the cuttin You know they frontin girlies up in the place Plus they probably mad bitches up in out face 4-5th on the hip and them Buddahs a 8 These niggaz wanna trip Then we give these niggaz a taste Don't shoot at cars And won't shoot from far We chase 'em and lase 'em For all the shit they talking plus hatin fuck waitin We send a mothafuckas to Satan Been takin niggaz girlies for ages She throwin it from the back I'm grindin all on her hips She talkin that freak shit How bout she a freak bitch Maybe a chewie quick Never got to sleep cause you know them chicks Soon's you go to sleep they all up in your grip Catch 'em in the act and they still deny it Might cause a riot I been cut the bitch off She still on my dick [Chorus] [Hook: Beanie Sigel] Its Mack daddy Young Scrappy Nah I ain't rappin Youngins get back at 'em [Young Chris] All the action through the traffic on our way to perform If you knew like I knew you would try to keep 'em home Soon as we give 'em the song You hit it before the mornin' We don't love 'em we just smut 'em We hit it and then they gone [Young Neef] Plus she was all up in my business Askin bout my cases Knew what I was charged with And wanna know what I'm facin Heard I keep it on me daily wherever I go Beat the case Homes still fight Muhando Yup! |
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[Intro] Young Chris, Young Neef, and Chingy [Young Chris:] Ok. . .Young Gunnaz. . .Ok. [Young Chris:] That's right. [Young Chris:] Young Gunz featuring Chingy. [Chorus Young Chris, and Chingy in the brackets] Can't Stop, Won't Stop Chingy, and the Gunnaz. 'Cause we, we get down baby, we get down. The girls, the girls they love us (say what). (Look she right thurr). (Her man he right thurr). [Verse |
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