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Young Gunz f Beanie Sigel - Roc U

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[Young Chris]
Where the pain set at?
YOUNG GUNNAS (yeah, ok)
Roc niggaz
Niggaz got `til January to get their shit together
Yeah that nigga`s January
What, ok, what, ok
Chad West
Uh, yo

[Verse 1]

[Young Chris]
Hey yo mama workin` hard
Big brother on the run
Little sister cuttin` up, man
Shit, just outta luck, man
Baby girl born
She done brightened up my life a lot
Block still poppin`
Old ladies still drawin` (drawin`)
Haters still plottin`
Tryin` to take my life away
Don`t matter, night or day
C reactin` right away
Bring it on when the temperature rise
My intention`s to ride
Ain`t no intent, but he die
Niggaz bleed like us
Forty, clip on my hip shorty
Go get your clique
I`m ready to squeeze like "What the..."
Yeah this comin` out of Chris`s mouth (Chris`s mouth)
How you niggaz bitchin`, gettin` stitches
Then get bitches, pourin` liquor out
That`s what Chris about
Tryin` to figure out the beat
Down on the outside, bleed in `til you piss it out
Block all them chickens out
Fuck all them niggaz routes
See I need air, plus my mama need a bigger house

[Chorus]
[Young Chris]
It`s just the town we live in
North Phil my nigga
South Philly with mittens
Look how chilly the wrist is
Poppin` willies with bitches
Poppin` willies at snitches
He got three ways to die
From the roof or the river
He gon` bleed if he try
Man they shootin, it`s vicious
They got lugies and fifths
44s and infras, brads that get ya
Leave a nigga dead, remember
Hawk his hand, remember
To watch his mouth or temper

[Verse 2]

[Beanie Sigel]
Bitch niggaz actin` tough, but you know what that`s about
Prayin` that I hit `em up, hopin` they can settle out
But why flirt with death?
It ain`t worth the check
Get your coffin nailed shut
Placed in the dirt to rest
Get you linin` up, tears again
Mama in tears again
I guess death is the number one fear, man
But I ain`t scared
I can tell it`s comin, I can feel it in the air
I can smell it
Comin` fully prepared
To meet the fuckin` man in a trenchcoat
I ain`t high, but trying to duck you long as I can though
They say I`m flirting with the devil, talking blasphemy
Cursing out the reaper, `til the gate keep attached to me
That`s why I see the light
Shootin` every thing in sight
Warning every other day
Bodies every other night (that`s right)
Death is the only thing for sure in life
That`s right
Young Gunnas killin` ya tonight

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

[Neef]
Yo, show me where to get a gun
Better know where I`m from
Load `em up with dum-dums
Leave a nigga one lung (ooh)
Masking tape, hoodies, and gloves
Boogies and snubs
Yeah I put a dent in your mug
Older brother beneath me
Mother fuckers is sneaky
Worryin` about where Neef be
Get you act out easy (easy)
Yeah this family greezy
Believe me, how the fuck they impede me?
Tables turned, now the family needs me
Yeah, I want my shit
Ain`t shit you can teach me
I`m young but not dumb
You ain`t from where I`m from
You don`t feel how I feel
You ain`t real how I`m real
I ain`t signed to that deal
But for real, you should chill
And let me do me dog
Listen for once in life
And we can stop playin` see-saw
Until then I make it rain, niggaz feel my pain
Until I`m out the game
Of four quarter lanes

[Chorus]

[Verse 4]

[Young Chris]
Lord of the streets, I do it so my daughter can eat
Mom`s working three on her own
Bringin` four in a week
Now tell me how I`m gonna budget that
Little sister graduated elementary
Big brother`s life in the judge`s lap
Even my mother packed, stuck in this war zone
I`ve been a bad boy, puffin` before Combs
Fo sure, homies strapped like bamboo
There`s nothing we can`t do
It`s tucked in my pants too
You bustas will scramble
Shoulda had `em sellin` but
Niggaz tattletale `em when they rush in that van, dude
So I had to smarten up
You know, chalk `em up
Bye-bye mother fucker, drive-by, we walkin` up
Put your little lockers up, hang your little snub, nigga
You a little thug, give you slugs `til he cough it up
Them niggaz soft as butt
Even your balls is soft
I`m about to charge `em up
Niggaz stop, your offer`s up

[Chorus]

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