[Whipser] Rocafella's the army kid.
[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€™m 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?
[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]
[Music, then fades]
Where that pian sat at (uh)
Young Gannas (chea) What up niggas;
Niggas got till January to get they shit together;
You hear that niggas January (chea)
Chad West
Yo; Ayo Momma workin hard Big brother on the run lil sista cuttin up man shit just outta luck baby girl born brighten up my
life alot block still poppin old lady still drawn hataz still plottin (plottin) tryna take my life away it'n matter nigt or
day C reactin right away; bring it on when the temerature rise; my intention to ride ain't no intent but he die; niggas
speed like us 40 clip on my hip shorty go get ya clique ready to squeeze like what; Yeah its commin out of Chris' mouth;
I'll have you niggas-Bitchin' gettin' stitches then get ditches pourin liqour out; thats what Chris about Tryna figure out
the beat down on the outside or bleed in till you piss it out; Block all them chickens out; Fuck all them niggas route;
Ciani here plus my momma need a bigger house
This just the town we live in; North Phil my nigga, South Philly with mittens, look how chilly the rist is; poppin wheelys
with bitches; Poppin wheelys at snitches
You got three ways to die; Fire Roof or the River; you gone bleed if you try man they shootin suspicious; and got oozies
and shit forty-fours and infus; Plans to get ya, leave a nigga they ain't remember, long as he ain't remember then watch his
mouth for temper
Bitch niggas actin' tough but you know what thats about prayin that I hit em up; hopin niggas settle out, But why flirt
with death; it ain't worth the check Get ya coffin nailed shut, placed in the dirt to rest; Picture linen' up tears again
Momma in tears again, I guess death is the number one fear of men; But I ain't scared, I can tell its commin', I can feel it
in the air; I can smell it commin, fully prepared to meet the fuckin' man in the trench coat, I ain't hiding, but tryna duck
him long as I can though; They say i'm flirting with the devil talkin blast with me cursin out the reet between the gate,
until I see the light, shootin everything in sight, worn every other day bodies every other night (thats right) Death is the
only thing for sure in life (thats right) Young Gunz get em real nice
Yo; kill me with a get a gun, betta know where i'm from load them up with dumb guns leave a nigga one lung; maskin tape
hoodies and gloves
mookies and dubs yeah nigga I'll put it dead in yo mug; Other fuckas beneath me, mutha-fuckas is sneaky worryin about where
Neef be get you wacked out easy, Yeah this family greasy, Believe me, how the fuck they ain't peep me; Tables turned now the
family need me, Yeah i'm on 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 aint signed to that deal; on the real you should chill, and let me do
me dawg, lets sit for once in life so we can stop playin c-saw until then I make it rain niggas feel my pain, until i'm out
the game i'm far from a lame
Lord of the streets, I do it so my daughter can eat, moms workin three on her own bringin four in a week, now tell me how
i'm gone budget that lil sister graduted elementary big brother life in the judges lap; Even my momma pack stuck in this war
zone, I been a bad boy puffin before combs; for sure homey strap like bamboo, theres nothin we can't do, its tucked in my
pants to, but this shit scramble, shit I em sellin but niggas tattle tellin when they rushed in that van dude so I had to
smartin up, you know chalk em up, bye bye mutha-fuckin drive by we walkin up put your little lawkers up and your lil snub
nigga you a lil thug give em lil snugs till he cough it up; them niggas soft as butt even ya bosses suck, i'm about to
Young, Gunz
Chris and Neef
The home of Philly
Tough love, first time around
We got now we don't care who got next
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
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
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
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
"Young . . Young, Young Gunners"
"Chris and Neef", "We the future"
"We the future"
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
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
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
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
"Young . . Young, Young Gunners"
"Chris and Neef", "We the future"
3,2,1 Go
Its a friday night and the bass was bumpin the honeyz was rockin the party was jumpin it wasnt
long for everybody knew (just blaze) Whats on the b box (Youn Gunz) Travel wit the heat rock
before I hit the club hit the weed spot it goes 1,2,3,and
Its like king midas as I was told young C was on the block 13 years old I dont mean to brag I
had the meanest bag the suppliers was my peeps I was bringin half took charge of the block a
pean the ave still bringin cash on the scene at last still gloves and mask as i proceed mad
mats, mad gats, mad hollow seed, Ya man actin crazy roll wit the kid, playa been hella pimpin
you already know what it is, they dont gotta notice the whip, I don show them the wrist, they
already know that chris and they know tha to stick to the script it don't last long hittem and
i last long cant drive em south long send em in a cab home you takin mad long get cha bags gone
I aint got a dime for you time for me pass on
Back in effect vest, mach in the tech, show you how to clap wit perfect when they actin a mess
we from north PHILLY free, peedie crack and the rest mac south side O and sparks back on the
West we the leaders of the new school,heated cause my jewls cool get my jewls cool every
weekend its a new crew bout to set the record staight soon as the record break ship t2 more to
the store wath it levatate
Yeah we never late early in the game we brought pain yup heavy spen up in every state yeah you
bond to hate tiered of the boad and tape 7 60 bound to scape put em all around ya face time to
cool walk in ya place get every dime you got up out of ya safe plus you gettin more surronded
wit bait before the law come surroundin ya place my dogs get every pound of ya cake
We the present and the futer you might as well get used to us we been around a minute givin em
what they wanted the niggas they never fronted but still sick to they stomache once they hear
about the gunnaz yeah they know they girl comin you try to tell her "Please baby dont wear
that" but she's on her own think she aint tryna hear that you knowin whats gonna happen after
the party C and Neef up in the sweat we fishin out the lobby back after back she trippin all
off that army me , cuff my lib not even probably the gang hereso these chickens get bodied we
show you how we switch up better than the party, did it in the party me slippin out hardly baby
baretta tucked the addition we army hit them niggas up then we breeze off calmly bucky right
behind me the ROC behind me Yup
Sick sicker, remix
Okay,Young Gunnaz, okay
Seein' me, check
Big Face, that's right
Big Leo, right
Big bird, yeah holla
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 there)
(Her man he right there)
Yup, It's only right that we make it a remix
Young Gunnaz, and Chingy just to give it a lil' twist
Next generation, you better stay focused
Youngaz before they time, man you already know this
Ball 'em, never call 'em, kick 'em out before their moment
It seem like once you done, they start drawlin'
You never have 'em, so you cuff 'em, when you grab him
I treat 'em all the same, even the bad ones
Go Magnum, rose gold chain, for show aim
Four four Magnum, tell C and P when they done better blast 'em
I be laid back, smokin' bags, playin' Madden
You know we tap 'em, middle room, bathroom
Living room, bathroom, sit at home cap 'em
You got it, It's nothin' I had 'em, you can have 'em
Seein' Neef we the streets, Gunnaz we the last one
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 there)
(Her man he right there)
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 there)
(Her man he right there)
Man, I can't Stop, won't stop
Girl, quit actin' like ya can't pop, won't drop
To the flo' I move crowds like I moved hop
Man, '94 on the block, hand full on my jock
You wanna' know, It's official when I step up in it
You wanna' party, lemme' get the Y G's
And we a be there in a minute
Maybe chicken-head wit' it
I'm in the authentic, get it boy Jersey G I B hat fitted
Runnin' ten a world, we did it
(Did what?)
Got the boxed up Benz, Range, and got both 'em get it
Ching-aling, worldwide girl
(Worldwide girl)
Playa', and I'm pimpin' you never seen my thural side
The girls, the girls they love me
(Love me)
You know I stay fresh 'till death, like Doug E
(Doug E)
I step in the spot, these cats they mug me
(Mug me)
Got drank, in row so meet me at the Club E, D D T
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 there)
(Her man he right there)
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 there)
(Her man he right there)
Neefy, and Chris wicked game, wicked chick
One had to pay a dime, pay in no mind
It's quite obserd, just sayin' the right words
I like nice hair, titties, and nice curves
Givin' neck dose, smokin' on a bag fa' sho'
Shawty's catch everything, everytime I let go
(Okay)
I get her poppin', and let 'em finish the rest yo
And when I'm lookin' for a girl, why I check fo'
Need me a chick, that'll see me squeeze the fifth
On the court, pleed the fifth, never leave me for a check
But, the Visa on the whip, so overseas get the bricks
Bringin' all 'dat cake, that's what I need for you to do
I be heated if you screw, bring it all back straight
Rock on me, we pop homie, drink it all back straight
Better warn me, ya Barreta on me
Baby all 'dat hate, will lead to you losin' all that weight
Holla' at ya boy
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 there)
(Her man he right there)
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 there)
(Her man he right there)
Wow, wow, wow, wow, look at those hoes
(They're they go)
(What they at?)
(What they at?)
(What they at?)
(What they at man?)
Wow, wow, wow, wow, look at all those hoes
(They're they go)
(What they at?)
(What they at?)
(What they at?)
Can't stop, won't stop Chingy and the Gunnaz
'Cause we, we get down baby, we get down
(Wow, wow, wow, wow, look at all those hoes)
Can't stop, won't stop Chingy and the Gunnaz
Yo C, They thought we wasn't gonna come
with something for the club, Check it out
Can't stop, won't stop, Rocafella Records
Cause we, we get down baby, we get down baby
The girls the girls, they love us
Cause we stay fresh to death, we the best nothing less
They don't make us so break us when they make up to break up (No)
See the Jacob, fix they lil' make up (Uh)
That's them Young gunaz Chris and Lil Neefy
Wishin they was the one what Chris got Lil Kee Kee (That's right)
Home base Sham Coo back there (Uh huh)
Keep ya mouth shut, we might do that dere
Yep it's only right, that the whole block stares
Hop out the Bimp with blue and white Airs
When I say move nigga let's go and get left yo
Mami feelin my baguettes so my whole neck glow
Say I'm young but I can sex though
Now could it be I'm the one ladies check fo'
Yes hoe, got grown women my momma age, fuck me all kinda ways
Suck and swallow everything, way before them rhyming days
Naw it ain't bout the age, it's all in da stroke
Bitches thought I was a joke, 'til they got my jammies HEY!
Can't stop, won't stop, Rocafella Records
Cause we, we get down baby, we get down baby
The girls the girls, they love us
Cause we stay fresh to death, we the best nothing less
Hold up, stop wait, reverse the tape
(Beat changes to Clipse - Grindin' beat)
Can't stop, won't stop, Rocafella Records
Cause we, we get down baby, we get down baby
The girls the girls, they love us
Cause we stay fresh to death, we the best nothing less
Chris, we ballin' in the drop top, open Sky
Somethin' foreign, soarin' One-forty-five
To god is callin' for my body let my spirit fly
I want it all uh, no lie
Picture me ballin' poppin' somethin important
Pedal floorin' clutch poppin' boppin' to Lauren
Now picture me.
Yep it's only right we don't feed em' no cash
We ain't flea 'em and pass soon when we see 'em we pass 'em
Yep, I know they hate 'cause we seein that cash
And seein right pass 'em, and I don't wanna access 'em
No, no, don't make me the bad one
Then negotiate, when the man wit the badge come
You know the rules, when a nigga was yappin
Ain't no rappin, when we see 'em we clap em'
Plastic bag 'em, then we findin' a ditch (Yeah)
Toss the magnum, then we findin' his bitch (Yeah)
Then take a step over the shit we left over
Now I gotta and tell, my niggaz what happen
Niggaz better believe, we the youngest in charge (Yeah)
Ain't takin a deal man, I run wit a charge (Yeah)
Chris and Neef, we runnin this rap shit
State Property poppin anyone of you bastards
Can't stop, won't stop, Rocafella Records
Cause we, we get down baby, we get down baby
The girls the girls, they love us
Cause we stay fresh to death, we the best nothing less
They see the Young gunna, all the girlie, girlies
Wanna see the Young gunna once they see the Rocawear (Wear)
Little bit of jewels plus I treat 'em like I care (Care)
Safe home base I just treat 'em like a spare (Yeah)
You know I stay wit a beautiful little thing
And after me, it's Neef abusin that little thing, look (together)
You better tuck your girl, if she hot fam' (together)
Cause I'm pretty sure, she a rock fan
Mami do you want, us or him
Ain't no "I" in a team, fuck wit me, fuck wit them
Get the ride for my dogs, that's the game baby girl
Ain't no shame keep it clean, keep a eye on my dogs (You know)
Never brag, never blab what you saw
Let them motherfuckers know you just as fast on the draw (Fo' sho')
Let 'em know you need some cash for the drawls (Wooo)
Keep the shit between us, so they be blast on the saw
Can't stop, won't stop, Rocafella Records
Cause we, we get down baby, we get down baby
The girls the girls, they love us
Young Chris, Young Neef, and Chingy
Ok. . .Young Gunnaz. . .Ok.
That's right.
Young Gunz featuring Chingy.
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).
Yup, It's only right that we make it a remix.
Young Gunnaz, and Chingy just to give it a lil' twist.
Next generation, you better stay focused.
Youngaz before they time, man you already know this.
Ball 'em, never call 'em, kick 'em out before their moment.
It seem like once you done, they start drawlin'.
You never have 'em, so you cuff 'em, when you grab him.
I treat 'em all the same, even the bad ones.
Go magnum, rose gold chain, for show aim.
Four four magnum, tell C and P when they done better blast 'em.
I be laid back, smokin' bags, playin' Madden.
You know we tap 'em, middle room, bathroom, living room, bathroom, sit at home cap 'em.
You got it, It's nothin' I had 'em, you can have 'em.
Seein' Neef we the streets, Gunnaz we the last one.
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).
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).
Man, I Can't Stop, Won't Stop.
Girl, quit actin' like ya can't pop, won't drop.
To the flo' I move crowds like I moved hop.
Man, '94 on the block, hand full on my jock.
You wanna' know, It's official when I step up in it.
You wanna' party, lemme' get the YG's, and we a be thurr in a minute.
Maybe chicken-head wit' it.
I'm in the Authentic, get it boy Jersey G.I.B hat fitted.
Runnin' ten a world, we did it (did what?)
Got the boxed up Benz, Range, and got both 'em get it.
Ching-aling, worldwide girl (worldwide girl).
Playa', and I'm Pimpin' you never seen my thural side (uh).
The girls, the girls they love me (love me).
You know I stay fresh 'till death, like Doug E. (Doug E.)
I step in the spot, these cats they mug me (mug me).
Got drank, in row so meet me at the Club E.
Neefy and Chris we can game any chick
One had to pay a dime, pay in no mind.
It's quite obserd, just sayin' the right words.
I like nice hurr, titties, and nice curves.
Givin' neck dose, smokin' on a bag fa' sho'.
Shaawty's catch everything, everytime I let go (okay).
I get her poppin', and let 'em finish the rest yo.
And when I'm lookin' for a girl, why I check fo'.
Need me a chick, that'll see me squeeze the fifth.
On the court, pleed the fifth, never leave me for a check.
But, the Visa on the whip, so overseas get the bricks.
Bringin' all 'dat cake, that's what I need for you to do.
I be heated if you skip, bring it all back straight.
Rock on me, we pop homey, drink it all back straight.
Better warn me, ya bareta on me.
Baby all 'dat hate, will lead to you losin' all that weight.
Holla' at ya boy!
Wow, wow, wow, wow, look at those hoes (they're they go).
Just need a lil time man, thats all I need.
Lost alot of soliders ya know.
Rest In Peace.
Momma Duke struggling.
Baby on the way.
I know I promised you the house on in the will, just need a lil time for the house on the hill.
Got all the bills to keep this crib too, so when we in the city thats the spot we can chill (chill).
Be on your own been working all your life,
Went to school any other day working all your nights.
I know your tired of the bull shit ma.
Forget about it now your boy Chris rhyme we good.
No more corner store grub eat good, damn right we gone take avantage as we should.
As they said we shall over come.
In the hood most of young die over gunz (its real).
I lost three in like three months striaght.
We see the pain to see youngz face it aint a game.
And they think its all peaches&cream;, they thinkin mines and im broke and they see me on screen.
See what I mean I let ya niggaz read in between.
Just give me.
All I need,
All I need is time (time, time, time, time)
All I need,
All I need is time
To put you right where you need to be.
Lenz up in the game now the shit aint what it used to be (nah).
But Ima grind now until we all good.
Until we layin in the woods and got property up in the hood.
You runnin real estate and got to worrin bout bein later takin orders.
Ya boy will help support ya.
Funny how the youngin had did it.
Alot thought he was gone stop but the boy stuck with it (yea).
You even questioned,whole hood stressing it.
I come to far to let it go down the drain.
But half of you mother fuckers dont understand my pain.
I got to deal with these lames to get this lil bit of changes.
Lil bit of fame and the gurls 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 die now sayin we should blow.
Homey didnt raise no coward I was takin the shit slow (gimmie).
Look man the cops are gettin vesious the streets gettin colder.
My nephew gettin tall my neice gettin older.
You know there pop thats my brother fam.
Lil sis back home gettin grown on the other hand givin me feed back
Now i gotta put a end to that before she get wild and start havin c-scrach.
Mom Duke stressin still workin every night ny niggaz right and now im inpliyin in every kite.
Just the other night lost a close
Homey man he got caught sleepin with his own sonney damn shame he cant see his son grow.
Youngger 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 hussler but thats the way life goes.
Where the ladies
You can feel me
I wanna be your mother, your father
Your brother, your sister
Your everything
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
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)
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
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)
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
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
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)
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
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
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
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
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, 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
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
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
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..
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!
Let's do whatever it takes to find our way
to find a way, to find a way
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
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
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
Rocafella's the army kid.
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.
(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.
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...
(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.
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’m 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...
(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.
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.
(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.
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
We here to make sure these
Niggas take heat and remember
That we bout it, bout our business
Like P and da limit
Got some bout it, bout it
Bitches that fiend for the
Niggas use to flee me for
Them niggas now C all up in
It hit it when i want to
No matter how u treat
How much you flee'em
You can get it when you want to
You dont have to eat'em
Jus dick'em down right
Never speak on
Never play us
You dont like
Get a flagrant for that fuck
You hatin for that dude jus
Playin his part she datin boy
Down at them clubs
She jus had to go
Young gunnas from State
P had to show
Should of seen
The people shakin and movin
And movin and grovin
But gunna was coolin
Long as i had my tool in
Girlies was choosin
Everybody else actin foolish
Over there actin stupid
Come over here and we shootin
If you at the bar buyin drinks
Holla (whoop whoop)
V.I.P full of stinly stink say
(whoop whoop)
If you creepin with his wife
Holla (whoop whoop)
Like, like
Lets do it
If there's 23s on da whill
Holla(whoop whoop)
Young Gunnas bangin thourgh
Your speakers say (whoop whoop)
If you cheatin on your man
Holla (whoop whoop)
Dont tell'em notnin
These niggas aint bout nothin
They look here
With them fake stares
We gon get the cuttin
You know theres frontin girlies
All up in da place
Plus they probly mad bitches all in our
Face 4-5th on da hip
And da buddas to 8
These niggas wanna trip
Then we give these
Niggas a taste
Dont shoot at cars
And wont shoot from far
We chase'em and lase'em
For all the shit they talkin
Plus hatin, fuck waitin
We sendin mothafuckers to satin
Been takin niggas girlies for
Ages she throwin it from da
Back im grindin all on her
Hip she talkin that freak
Shit bout how she a freak
Bitch maybe a chewy quick
Never go to sleep
Cuz you know those chicks
Soon as 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
Its mack daddy
Young scrappy
Nah i aint rappin
Youngins get
Back at'em
Mashin through the traffic
On our way to perform
If you knew
Like i knew'em
You would try
To keep'em home
Cuz once we
Get'em its on
You wont get'em
Til da morn
We dont love'em
We jus smut'em
We hit it
And then they gon
Plus she was
All up in my
Business
Askin bout my cases
Knew what i was charged wit
And wanted to know facin
Heard i keep it on me daily
Where ever i go
Beat the case home
Still fightin muhondo
[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. comming 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]
Ya know what we doin here
Young, H-O-V
From the number one, R-O-C
We got another one
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!!!)
Its Young Neef, Y-G
From the number one, R-O-C
We got another one
(They'll Never Take Me Alive!!!)
Its Young Neef, Y-G
From the motherfuckin, R-O-C
We got another one
(They'll Never Take Me Alive!!!)
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, H-O-V
From the number one, R-O-C
We got another one
(They'll Never Take Me Alive!!!)
Young, H-O-V
From the number one, R-O-C
I got another one
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!!!)
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!!!)
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!!!)
Young, H-O-V
From the number one, R-O-C
I got another one
(They'll Never Take Me Alive!!!)
Young, H-O-V
From the motherfuckin, R-O-C
(feat. Cam'Ron)
"It's just the look in ya eyes" [5X]
[Young Chris]
And let you know I got potential
Don't know me from the can of paint, know what I meant to
Know when you see Gunna, you see hunger
I've been signed for the last three summers, and still broke, bitch
But I stay with two chicks, I can nail
Either fifth, stay with two clips like Pharrell
Capture money, though, ever since a kid, I can sell
When the house was Run's house, I was a kid rockin' shells
To let you know I'm on what I say I am
Ask them niggaz dog, I don't play with them
Tax them niggaz dog, they be payin' me or I be layin' them
Cause in the game, dog, fuck a flagrant foul
And motherfucker say that I run wild
I give a fuck, in this whatever, I ain't blaze in a while
So bring it on niggaz, on niggaz, tell me what it's gonna be
They said it was something, they ain't know what I was gonna be
"It's just the look in ya eyes" [4X]
[Cam'Ron]
He act like a ho, I'm airin' him, give hoes cicerrians
Uh-oh, they daring him, lo-lows, I'm starin' him
Po-po's, in fear of him, those o's preparin' 'em
My jewelry look like a straight up frozen aquarium
Frozen aquarius, Outkast Aquemini
Leave with a gemini, Kelina's the only friend of mine
Well I'm lyin' the steamer's a good friend of mine
He knew in every arena, nina's are genuine
Bitches like Ginuwine, I had intent to grind
Feds whose watching, switch it up from ten to nine
Switch, I ain't pickin' locks, I got a bigger poc
Ock, number hoes sold right inside the chicken spot
Stolen cables, still got the chip in box
Still got the clip in glocks, feel like we chicken pox
When I pop up on you, leave your chicken rocked
Five extra clips, you really picked your box
"It's just the look in ya eyes" [5X]
[Young Neef]
To let you know I'm cuttin' off friends in order
To fuck mine, you gotta suck me off first
And I'm suppose to kill 'em, when y'all got y'all dirt dirt
Somebody better get 'em, 'fore somebody come and kill 'em
For that skrilla fool, til somebody die and come and feel them jewels
Up with hollows, send them to the spittle tubes
Up they nostrils, put 'em up in critical
That's if we ain't finish you, better not remember who
Did this to, witness in two
Gotta go, shotty blow, business is due
Got a plan on, gettin this money, moving my crew
All real niggaz is snakes, I see through
All throughbreds to fake, I read through
They lines, between they eyes and they belt
It's the spray that they fell
Them niggaz foul, what you think this is?
Big conciousness on your nonsense, since nine nine
"It's just the look in ya eyes" [5X]
She My Down Ass Chick
Love me plus she like to come down my strip
Get paralyzed wipe down my Shit
I love you boo, you, my bug-a-boo
Type bug ya boo
All day all night then I merk on tha 1st chirp
Yeah, yeah
If you want it (yeah, yeah)
Baby you can get it
Still doin shows an afta party’s
And afta tha party, And afta tha party
Its back to tha party at our crib
Yeah, yeah
If you want it (yeah, yeah)
Baby you can get it (yeah, yeah)
Still doin shows and afta party’s
And afta tha party
its back to tha party At our crib
Niggas stingy we part it were I live
Niggas offended like beg ya parting that’s my chick
(Is that you chick?)
Excuse me this aint our first time here
Don’t approach me like dat, get roasted like dat
Damm shorty playin with ya emotions like dat
You a grown man she got you open like dat
Yu put something around her finger, now
She got you rapped around her finger its official
Well that’s you, that’s what you get for trickin
Keep giving her doe she takin care of Chris and
I’ll play my position up give her da dick
Con her to come and soon as im donr
Tell her im skipping
She like and if you what you want you acting
Different and I’m like….
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Still doing shows and afta party’s
And afta da party its back to tha Party at our crib
If you want it (yeah, yeah)
Baby you can get it (yeah, yeah)
Still doin shows and afta party’s and afta the party
It’s back to party at our crib
If you want it you can get it
You could come but you cant live here
If I hit it I want Chris to hit it to
I know you wit it bitches
Mad cause I parted and danced wit ya girlfriends
Smoked a bit, mainly drunk off crys
And I wasn’t even feelin that bitch
She acting al pissy same time sadidey
A little bit silly, I can’t even get a quickie
Neva dat got a are codes for every city
Couple young freaks, couple old heads
That dig me, thinking they gone hold me,
Knowing they don’t control me
Youngin been fuckin old heads aint shit you showed me
Got a walk like George and I talk like Goldie
Nope you can’t hold me from hittin up ya homies
I do enough rappin at work, listen to oldies
Yeah, yeah
If you want it (yeah, yeah)
Baby you can get it
Still doin shows an afta party’s
And afta tha party, And afta tha party
Its back to tha party at our crib
Yeah, yeah
If you want it (yeah, yeah)
Baby you can get it (yeah, yeah)
Still doin shows and afta party’s
And afta tha party
Uh...
Young Chris...
Our father...
I'll ride for my niggas I'll die for my niggas
Bodies get hard soul touch the sky
Numbers getting called
God shut my eyes ...why...yeah why
Uh, Uh.
Is they wit me or against me,
How these pussy gon' convince me to start and don't follow up
And touch my momma kids follow us
My mom proud of us and plus I love the green wit in god we trust.
My mom is tough she don't care about them killing her
And I got beef wit them him him and her.
You Muthfukas betta recognize,
Everybody got burners the first that draw the opposite the next to die.
That's how it go that ain't just how I flow I still live it nigga that's how I know
In the hood everyday why you dudes eatin' good everyday.
My momma working but the bills take our food everyday
Got to mention her daughter though, since the ten step pops did ten since her water broke
That nigga got like a dub then did a dime came home left my moms and did another ten.
As I walk through the North of Death
They souls gone but they voices left
They talk to me every chance they get
I got to make it for the chance they missed.
Shit we all don't get a chance like this (shiiiiit)
It's hard living homie more than music
C and Neef dog who you got us confused wit
True shit we bout to do it
Neffy don't lose it
Follow the flow homie like you followed the blueprint.
I wake up and ask the lord to forgive us
Till I die put my balls over bitches
But I can't put my balls over business
Cause I'd hate to go fly when soon as I go to trial need my boy as a witness
Shit I'm just another poor with the riches
Trying to keep my momma cool give her more while I'm livin'
Rhyming cool but it ain't what I expected
It's fuck you if you ain't what they expectin'
They love you when you giving them records. (Got to respect it)
Just a gift I was blessed with
If y'all ain't impressed wit the shit I do I'll give it a rest shit (a promotion)
If I get what the rest get how can niggas neglect it
Niggas respect it the shit is method
Lean 19 giving niggas broad day
A night seems putting niggas on stretchers
My nigga Bean whole team got beams
Show you niggas be wetter we got pistols foreva
Shit is just getting better As I ...
As I walk through the North of Death
They souls gone but they voices left
They talk to me every chance they get
I got to make it for the chance they missed.
Shit we all don't get a chance like this (shiiiiit)
It's hard living homie more than music
C and Neef dog who you got us confused wit
True shit we bout to do it
Neffy don't lose it
Follow the flow homie like you followed the blueprint.
It's funny how bitches used to say he a loser,
Now people say he's the future
Now I got to stay in my grove cause I'd hate to fuck around and
And Fuck around and it be my face on the news
Momma been through enough of the pain
So I'ma move her but I ain't moving till I got enough for the gang
Man these dudes better up up they game
The hood loves us and it ain't nothing to start from the Muslim game.
Uh, no disrespect I love my niggas to death
Cause in the roc it ain't about who spit it the best
And plus we way different from rest
You got a show I'm rollin' out
It aint about who getting the check
I'ma roll until the wheels fall off
Keep rollin or you will fall off
You ain't official then we'll clip you
Teflon dying extended both ?
Back back blocking pistol poppin' pistol poppin
As I...
As I walk through the North of Death
They souls gone but they voices left
They talk to me every chance they get
I got to make it for the chance they missed.
Shit we all don't get a chance like this (shiiiiit)
It's hard living homie more than music
C and Neef dog who you got us confused wit
True shit we bout to do it
Bucky don't lose it
Follow the flow homie like you followed the blueprint. Uh
Rest in peace L-e-z...Uh.
Rest in peace O Ratty...Uh.
Rest in peace ? ...Uh.
Rest in peace my nigga Doop. Uh.
Rest in peace Joey
It hard living homie more than music...
Uh...
Who you got us confused wit...
We bout to do it...
Oh don't lose it...
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
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
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
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
I'm 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 fuckin' 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 our 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
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