3,2,1 Go Chorus
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

Chris
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

Chorus 1x

Chris
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
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Neef
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

Chorus

Neef
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

Chorus
Chris and lil neefie 6x