Young Gunz Roc u Lyrics:
[Young Chris talking] 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
[Verse One: Young Chris] 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
[Chorus] 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
[Verse Two: Beanie Siegel] 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
[ Find more Lyrics on www.mp3lyrics.org/UZTQ ]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
[Chorus] [Verse Three: Neef Buck] 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
[Chorus] [Verse Three: Young Chris] 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
charge it up nigga stop ya arguin
[Chorus]Lyrics: Roc u, Young Gunz [end]