Roc You

Young Gunz

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Where that's pain sound at? Young gunners What up niggas? Niggas got the January to get their shit together man Yeah that nigga's January Chyeah Okay Okay Chyeah Chad West Ayo mama working hard Big brother on the run Little sister cutting up man Shit just out of luck Baby girl born Brighten up my life a lot Blocks still popping Old ladies still drawing Haters still plotting Trying to take my life away It don't matter night or day See me acting right away Bring it on when the temperature rise My intentions to ride Ain't no attempt to heat die Niggas bleed like us 40, Fifth on my hip shorty Go get your clip Ready to squeeze like what Yeah it's coming out of Chris's mouth I have you niggas bitching getting stitches Digging ditches for a liquor house That's what Chris about Trying to figure out The beat down on the outside But bleed in till you piss it out Block all them chickens out Fuck all them niggas route See I need head Plus my mama need a bigger house This is the town we live in North Phil my nigga South Philly with mittens Look how chilly the wrist is Popping wheelies with bitches Popping wheelies at snitches You got three ways to die The barber, roof or the river You gon' bleed if you try Man the shooters is vicious They got Lugers and fifths 44S and impas Fresh to get ya Leave a nigga dead remember All cause he ain't remember Now watch his mouth for temper Bitch niggas acting tough But you know what that's about Praying that I hit 'em up Hoping they can settle out But why flirt with death It ain't worth the check Get your coffin nail shut Placed in a dirt depressed They're lining up tears again Mama in tears again Ah yes death is the number one fear of men But I ain't scared I can tell it's coming I can feel it in the air I can smell it coming Fully prepared to meet the fucking man in a trench coat I ain't hiding but trying to duck him long as I can though They say I'm flirting with the devil talking blasphemy Cursing out the reaper to the gate He for catching me And who I see tonight Shooting everything in sight Warring every other day Bodies every other night Death is the only thing for sure in life That's right Young gunners getting real life This is the town we live in North Phil my nigga South Philly with mittens Look how chilly the wrist is Popping wheelies with bitches Popping wheelies at snitches You got three ways to die The barber, roof or the river You gon' bleed if you try Man the shooters is vicious They got Lugers and fifths 44S and impas Fresh to get ya Leave a nigga dead remember All cause he ain't remember Now watch his mouth for temper 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 Hoodie, mask and tape Hoodies and gloves Rugers and snubs Yeah I put it dead in your rug Up above or beneath me Motherfuckers is sneaky Running about with Neefie Get you whacked out easy Yeah this family greasy Believe me How the fuck they ain't beat 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 ain't signed to that deal For the real you should chill And let me do me dog Listen for once in life And we can stop playing seesaw Until then I make it rain Niggas feel my pain Until I'm out the game Or fall from the lane This is the town we live in North Phil my nigga South Philly with mittens Look how chilly the wrist is Popping wheelies with bitches Popping wheelies at snitches You got three ways to die The barber, roof or the river You gon' bleed if you try Man the shooters is vicious They got Lugers and fifths 44S and impas Fresh to get ya Leave a nigga dead remember All cause he ain't remember Now watch his mouth for temper Daughter of the streets I do it so my daughter can eat Mom's working three on her own Bringing four in a week Now tell me how I'm gon' budget that Little sister graduated elementary Big brother life in the judge's lap Even my mother packed Stuck in this war zone I been a bad boy Puffing before combs For sure home Strapped like bamboo It's nothing we can't do It's tucked in my pants too You busters should scramble Should've had 'em selling but Niggas tattle telling when they rushing that band through So I had to smarten up You know chalk 'em up Bye bye motherfucker drive by We walking up Put your little lockers up And your little snub Nigga you a little thug Give you slugs till he cough it up Them niggas soft as butt Even your boss is suck I'm about to charge 'em up Nigga stick your office up This is the town we live in North Phil my nigga South Philly with mittens Look how chilly the wrist is Popping wheelies with bitches Popping wheelies at snitches You got three ways to die The barber, roof or the river You gon' bleed if you try Man the shooters is vicious They got Lugers and fifths 44S and impas Fresh to get ya Leave a nigga dead remember All cause he ain't remember Now watch his mouth for temper