Young Gunz

[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!

Wooo!
Swizzie! Young, Young Gunnaz
Hey! Man I don't know what they talking about man I just know that
Let's go!

It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off
It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off
See the chick over there, she wanna set it off
See homie over here, he wanna set it off
It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off
It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off, hey!

Yessuh! Y'all know who the next up
Hopping out them thangs wit the fresh cuts, fresh
Watch right, nice bright, fin to do the rest up
This that knock, wit Swizz and the Gunnaz connect up
Big homie president, y'all can hang the rest up
Still on the block, 'cause artists we get the less cut
Bail money to the side, just in case I mess up
Y'all can either ride or roll over if ya left us

Catch up, never that, this team never slack
You rather that, ahead of that don't know a homie better
That can do it how we do it, it's that Roc-A-Fella music
Gotta move 'em, we gon' do it, long as we keep improving
Look it's time to set it off, the drama set it off
I see you when I see you, then I'm a let it off

It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off
It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off
See the chick over there, she wanna set it off
See homie over here, he wanna set it off
It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off
It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off, hey!

Ain't no slang like that east coast slang
Them east coast boys hit the road wit the
Switching lanes, snatch up your dame
Drop 100 cash on the chain
Still bring the pain wit them thangs
And them hollows to the tizzop
Coming to holla through haters blizzock

You goddamn right so have that money right
And we don't mess wit the funny type
Fake ass pimps like Money Mike
We get it cracking, fully loaded the magnum
If you jump up in this wagon then you know what'll happen
And we ain't trying to see the law
The system knocking, enforcers popping
Trying to see a broad
We trying to see them girls when

It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off
It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off
See the chick over there, she wanna set it off
See homie over here, he wanna set it off
It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off
It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off, hey!

Yessuh! It's me, N E double to F up
Young Gunz indeed, double your bets up
We double them tecs up, we silence the violence
You if you messed up, you ain't gon' stress us
Ain't worried bout you weirdos, your heroes, wannabe De Niro's
Till that thing get sinked wit them air holes
We dumb nice, missed the price, hurry set it up
Got this thing on smash, be damned if we letting up

Keep on asking where we going, known to be smarter
Decision been made that we rolling wit Coach Carter
Beat start rocking and rocker keep rocking
If that semi jam up that glock'll keep popping
It ain't hard to find us, right down on [Incomprehensible]
You should ever have a problem, north is where you'll find 'em when

It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off
It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off
See the chick over there, she wanna set it off
See homie over here, he wanna set it off
It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off
It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off, hey!

[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)

(Young Chris talking)
G - I - F - I
Get In Where You Fit In, baby
You know, roll wit ya boyz
Gunnaz!!

(Young Chris)
Honestly, my favorite type of gear
a scrunchie for a hair, LaPerle underwear
bang her from the rear
baby girl dont care who there
all i know she dont care who here
thats what i love about her
make the thugs bring the love up out em
she know you comin, she gon stop and get the nut up out em
They learn enough about 'em
They get enough up out 'em
Just like a nigga that soon she fuck give a fuck about em
Thats my type, baby
No disrespect to tha bourgeois and too polite ladies
i'll do tha wife, maybe
maybe later when a player in his thirties
man i cant afford these young'ns tryna play a nigga dirty
have me up all night talkin bout i cant sleep
too hurt to eat, baby girl neva see, that be he
Not me i'm way a better cheat
You know me better, b
we just fuck em and duck em and leave em..

Chorus(2X)
All night cant sleep too hurt to eat
Thats the way it goes
Thats the way it goes

(Pooda Brown)
See all my life i've been the type to keep a lil bitch
Fresh in the mornin put it on me , cook a lil grits
She like to touch my lips
yea i like to touch her hips
Then we get it poppin when a player get enough to split
Back to that block where i be
I'm on her mind though
I wanna call her and ball her i'm on my grind though
she wanna ride on the love train
But love man, aint what i'm here for
Thats not what i care for


I'm in and out when i wanna
Dont wanna one-a
We could kick it in the winter
but i'm cool in the summer
I rather go through my act
With them packie packies on her lap
We on the corner, nigga heavy and he packin stacks
Quality time, you outta ya mind
you steppin over ya line
i know that you fine, girl
but all i do is fuck em and duck em
pops told me dont trust em
Every night is another one
Pooda got em up....

Chorus(2x)

(Neef)
Baby girl, dont act foolish when you know that you know betta
I keep you fine 'cause you a dime but you gets no cheddar
Its hard to show feelings when you know you aint got none
I aint the type of brother that'll bail soon as ya drop one
I'm in the crib yea soon as tha block done
i lay pipe all night so let tha bed bugs bite
She grippin the sheets tight
i came when she came twice
Oh you got the right one
we sex till the sun come
Good thing i brought a box of them Magnums
or nine months later she pop out wit a bad one
And everything change that a chicken be naggin
listening to her girlfriends, now she want more ends
Taking out my benz, scraping up my rims
every other weekend she out, girlfriend be clubbin
Went from somethin to nothin now she huffin and puffin
'cause a nigga be frontin and i got her up....

Chorus(2x)

Fade to end.....

(verse 1:Young chris)
chea, yo ayo everybody name brand
me I was same pants same top
coke and hot dogs out the same pot
since a buck I been packing weapons
only strappin niggas doin when they sexin
every head and his crew is yes man
my music and my shootin perfected
can't afford to lose I'm destin
to hit that road collect and try to hop up
out of the hood niggas frown they see me pop up
get locked up and they still with them coppers
give em somethin from the choppers i got to deal with coppers
giving them gas they need ox call the doctor
raw and uncut no mask know who shot ya
try to tell them chill for real but they don't listen though
til the 45th come kiss em under the mistole toe
and that's the last time I'm a remind ya'll
next time creepin up with somethin behind ya'll
(chorus)
It's the life
just livin it right
shoot first and don't think twice
and homie if the price is right then niggas a get at ya
bout who draw the fastest
casket or the ashes
(Verse 2:Neef Buck)
yo is lovely when your squeezin
but ugly when you're recieving them
and ya peeps going crazy in the recieving room
a gun like a lung you goin need more than one
this for every block in the ghetto or where I'm from
I started off 9 or ten runnin wit my step pops
learned how to collect from niggas and set up shizzop
never buy hard from him I learned to cook rock
summer time blizzock winter time shizzop
let the smokers run them in
all they want is 3 for 10
give up that password before you get the f**k in
before we get to buckin
leave em where they stand at
respect we demand that
now tell me where them grams at
stacks rubberband wraps the streets the limmy
got me a squadder wit a driver a soopped up hemi
be happy you in my presence i can't give you a penny
cause this nigga only tough when that shit's up in him
(chorus)
(Verse 3:Pooda Brown)
Ain't nuttin soft about me
but niggas they doubt me
so I'm a have to run through they alley
pick bread off of they balcony
then toss the gun nigga I'm outty or nigga I'm rowdy
but common sense plays a bigger part of me
pookie when it comes to the uzi it just be callin
(Mr.Brown)not bobby, or foxy, or nino
it's pooda baby the ruger baby will clean the scene though
excuse me ladies been through it lately but doin my thing though
the crib 24 hours nigga the hood casino
you lil niggas soft til that banana clip emptyin
he not there dot on his head like he an indian
it's training day nigga wake up early
or we be in your crib burners wake up shirley
cabinets and the bed nigga check that thurly
I need that cooked up cookie homie end that story
(chorus 2x)

Yo, C hand me that muthafuckin' ratchet man
These niggas talkin' all that beef shit
Soon as this nigga come around the muthafuckin' corner
I'ma lay this nigga, fuck this nigga

Hundred rounds lay 'em down from a far
Talking that trunk shit layed down by the bar
Spit it how I live it, yeah, I'm down for the [Incomprehensible]
Thinking I ain't wit it run around from New York

Though I knew niggas, niggas is down wit the law
All new heat niggas ain't down wit the broads
I ain't tryin' lease, I'm puttin' down what it cost
All you playa haters get lost

I'm warnin' niggas, informin' niggas
We can take it toe-to-toe, blow-for-blow
Grab you four Teflons goin' [Incomprehensible]
Shoot em' up, niggas is rugered up

The lead flyin', somebody dyin', suit em' up
Nigga you come in our direction, shells in your fleshin'
I was told homey squeeze first in thought of question
Niggas will never ever get on our level
Before you gettin' my cheddar, homey you kiss my bareta

If it's beef, fire it up, if it's beef, fire it up
If it's beef, fire it up, if it's beef, fire it up
If it's beef, fire it up, if it's beef, fire it up
If it's beef, fire it up, fire it up, fire it up

Yo, it start from a fist fight, you know where it end right
Niggas talkin' that roach shit, gettin' they ratchet
Tryin' to lead the only thing you love out to be bastards
Gotta walk down on them, 'cause them feinds ain't askin'

That laser grip bullshit you might as well get rid of it
[Incomprehensible] what I got I let it breathe a little bit
Trust me that pump-action guaranteed you a casket
Some cryin' other niggas was laughin'

In my hood it ain't good, niggas get what they deserve
That Mauseberg 500 lay em' on the curb
All cause him and them had a couple words
Now mom dukes lettin' off a couple birds

Dubs cry, slugs fly most times it ain't even over no pies
It's just some regular of guys
Wanted dead or alive
And in my hood they never ask that question why

If it's beef, fire it up, if it's beef, fire it up
If it's beef, fire it up, if it's beef, fire it up
If it's beef, fire it up, if it's beef, fire it up
If it's beef, fire it up, fire it up, fire it up

You know we right back at 'em, tinted up on the caddy
Bunch of pistol grips and I fullied the automaty
Yeah and I can care less if they bag me
Gotta hit 'em where it hurt, while she comin' out of church

Ransom a hundred grand, it can get me what she worth
For I put her to the earth and otherwise she murked
Just another T-shirt, nigga lost in the sauce
Next time you know better fuckin' with a boss

They know we tear the place up, face fruity and the Jacob
Play tough big ass toolie cover the waist up
Call my ace up nigga pay him on his way up
I told him bring the eight's up and someone bring the K's up

Comin' straight up, somebody block gettin' sprayed
Babies time to wake up somebody shootin' again
Somebody losin' a friend over music again
Happened before we'll do it again, you fuck around nigga

If it's beef, fire it up, if it's beef, fire it up
If it's beef, fire it up, if it's beef, fire it up
If it's beef, fire it up, if it's beef, fire it up
If it's beef, fire it up, fire it up, fire it up

Fellas, grab your shoes
Cars and cruise
Ladies, grab a hand
Step in 2's
C. West, Gunnaz
Know 112 is rockin' this

Everybody groovin'
They catch 'n' feel us
Enter the buildin'
See everybody choosin'

I'm looking for somebody
With a body that move it
Think for them women
But my hobby is my music

Still I'm the coolest
Wrist-wear stupid
Glue it, you know you had it good
When you lose it

Don't miss your train, gotta brain
Betta use it
But don't abuse it
Only if you knew it

You could stay up in news
Take you out the buck
N let you coupe it
Late fight

We fuck until some cupid
No whinin' and dinin'
I hit it from behind and
S. Carter the diamond

I gotta part time it
Baby father home wit the kids
Couldn't time it
She laid back blusha

Rushin' for me to climb in
And this about the only time we get
So right after I hit
Before Ch-ris split

I said don't keep me waiting to long
Come back soon
You need love
I need love too

It was a college drop out
'Til a year out in Cali
House of blues
Right out the blue

Already had it in my mind
I'm rollin' out wit you
I'm tellin' see
She the one

I'm pickin out the crew
Yeah, nice lil' breezy
We busted up balcony
Watchin Kanyeezy

They gotta nigga wheezy
Yeah, tell the bartender
Bring another round
It's cool

We can go through our act
We outta town
I'm kinda feelin'
That she feelin' it too

I'm tryna hit it
Tryna figure
What she willin' to do
Yeah, I mow back a W

Room 112
I love the way she smell
She say it Varcenel
We kiss, get a tell

Spark up the L
That cranberry juice
Wit that good armedel
And we can get into some lil activities

And if it's good
You can come back and visit me

I said don't keep me waiting to long
Come back soon
You need love
I need love too

Fellas, grab your shoes
Cars and cruise
Ladies, grab a hand
Step in two's

Ladies, grab your L's
Call up all of your girls
Fellas, grab your wills
See and Neef, 112, come on

Now this goes out to all the girls
Around the world
Massages, menages
Them back stage twirls

Them bosses, them flosses
Them Diamonds and the pearls
Them sweats and the track nights
Them pros and them hills

You gotta use what you got, girl
To get what you want
Instead of givin' up that ass
Daddy smokin' the blunt

Come on and roll wit a playa
Get away from them chumps
You do both
We hit more than once and don't front

I said don't keep me waiting to long
Come back soon
You need love
I need love too

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Written By VANDROSS, LUTHER/MILLER, MARCUS/RIES, CHRIS/MUHAMMAD, HANIF
<i>Lyrics &copy; EMI Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group, CHERRY LANE MUSIC PUB CO INC</i>

Wooo!
Swizzie! Young, Young Gunnaz
Hey! Man I don't know what they talking about man I just know that
Let's go!

It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off
It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off
See the chick over there, she wanna set it off
See homie over here, he wanna set it off
It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off
It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off, hey!

Yessuh! Y'all know who the next up
Hopping out them thangs wit the fresh cuts, fresh
Watch right, nice bright, fin to do the rest up
This that knock, wit Swizz and the Gunnaz connect up
Big homie president, y'all can hang the rest up
Still on the block, 'cause artists we get the less cut
Bail money to the side, just in case I mess up
Y'all can either ride or roll over if ya left us

Catch up, never that, this team never slack
You rather that, ahead of that don't know a homie better
That can do it how we do it, it's that Roc-A-Fella music
Gotta move 'em, we gon' do it, long as we keep improving
Look it's time to set it off, the drama set it off
I see you when I see you, then I'm a let it off

It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off
It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off
See the chick over there, she wanna set it off
See homie over here, he wanna set it off
It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off
It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off, hey!

Ain't no slang like that east coast slang
Them east coast boys hit the road wit the
Switching lanes, snatch up your dame
Drop 100 cash on the chain
Still bring the pain wit them thangs
And them hollows to the tizzop
Coming to holla through haters blizzock

You goddamn right so have that money right
And we don't mess wit the funny type
Fake ass pimps like Money Mike
We get it cracking, fully loaded the magnum
If you jump up in this wagon then you know what'll happen
And we ain't trying to see the law
The system knocking, enforcers popping
Trying to see a broad
We trying to see them girls when

It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off
It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off
See the chick over there, she wanna set it off
See homie over here, he wanna set it off
It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off
It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off, hey!

Yessuh! It's me, N E double to F up
Young Gunz indeed, double your bets up
We double them tecs up, we silence the violence
You if you messed up, you ain't gon' stress us
Ain't worried bout you weirdos, your heroes, wannabe De Niro's
Till that thing get sinked wit them air holes
We dumb nice, missed the price, hurry set it up
Got this thing on smash, be damned if we letting up

Keep on asking where we going, known to be smarter
Decision been made that we rolling wit Coach Carter
Beat start rocking and rocker keep rocking
If that semi jam up that glock'll keep popping
It ain't hard to find us, right down on [Incomprehensible]
You should ever have a problem, north is where you'll find 'em when

It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off
It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off
See the chick over there, she wanna set it off
See homie over here, he wanna set it off
It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off
It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off, hey!

Yeah, ay
Jeah
Ay nigga
If you at the light right now nigga
And the nigga sweating you my nigga
Looking at you cause you got the big boy shoes on ya shit my nigga
Ay roll down ya motherfucking window nigga
Blow out that dro smoke nigga
Tell that nigga that's how the fuck ya feel nigga
Ya feel like ya look nigga
Ya feel good nigga
What's happening nigga?
Let's get it, ay
Ay, let's go

<i>[Young Jeezy]</i>
Red paint, inside's peanut butter (peanut butter)
They seeing me, but I don't see them suckers (see them suckers)
I ain't gon lie, man my shit tight (tight)
Hoes jocking, got em stopping like a red light (ay, yeeeeeeah)
Wake me up, this a sick dream (what)
Got the Alpine with the flat screen (that's right)
These niggaz ain't aware mayne (ware mayne)
12's in the trunk sounding like an airplane (ay, ay, jeah)
A 757 jet (jet)
He ain't know? You dealing with a fucking vet (yeeeeeah)
niggaz cold like banana splits (jeah)
That's why I cop the AR with banana clips (ay, ay)

<i>[Hook x2]</i>
Sitting 24 inches off the ground (That's how ya feel)
A young nigga sellin fruity by the pound (That's how ya feel)
And I got the best white in the town (That's how ya feel)
45 in my lap, it's going down (That's how ya feel)

<i>[Young Jeezy]</i>
I got a project chick with a lot of kids (lot of kids)
She say she like my flow but love my ad libs (yeeeeeah)
I was saying Yeah before Usher (what)
Never Scared like T.I. and Bone Crusher (that's right)
Any problem, Jeezy take care of it (jeah)
Them ugly hoes say a nigga arrogant (arrogant)
Real slow is how I drive past (what)
Got everybody looking, sweating like a gym class (let's get it)
I see you funny niggaz got jokes (jokes)
Disrespect the Chevy, still riding on spokes (ay, spokes)
You fucking with a player (ay)
We don't just say no, we too busy saying yeeeeeah

<i>[Hook x2]</i>
Sitting 24 inches off the ground (That's how ya feel)
A young nigga sellin fruity by the pound (That's how ya feel)
And I got the best white in the town (That's how ya feel)
45 in my lap, it's going down (That's how ya feel)

<i>[Young Jeezy]</i>
I'm a motherfucking problem, who wanna solve me dog? (jeah)
Got six cell phones, who gonna call me dog? (yeeeeeah)
This ain't a movie, we are not actors (what)
Still use a duck ass nigga for target practice (ay)
Infrared beam on the Mausberg pump
Hit his ass with it twice, make him A-Town Stomp (A-Town Stomp)
In gats we trust (ay)
niggaz play a lot of games dog, but not with us (not with us)
Call me Jack In The Box, hop out with two clips (jeah)
Cook ya faster than a t-bone at Ruth Chris (Ruth Chris)
You still hating, looking stupid (looking stupid)
I'm in the SL, looking real Coupe-ish (real Coupe-ish)

<i>[Hook x2]</i>
Sitting 24 inches off the ground (That's how ya feel)
A young nigga sellin fruity by the pound (That's how ya feel)
And I got the best white in the town (That's how ya feel)
45 in my lap, it's going down (That's how ya feel)

[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

[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

(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)

[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

(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&nbsp;? 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&nbsp;?.
coffe grinders takin chronic.
lil rascals better be for December, I'm GONE

(MUSIC TIL FADE)