[Young Chris:] Ok. . .Young Gunnaz. . .Ok. [Young Chris:] That's right. [Young Chris:] Young Gunz featuring Chingy.
[Chorus Young Chris, and Chingy in the brackets]
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).
[Young Chris:] Ok. . .Young Gunnaz. . .Ok. [Young Chris:] That's right. [Young Chris:] Young Gunz featuring Chingy.
[Chorus Young Chris, and Chingy in the brackets]
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).
Yeah, ay Jeah Ay nigga If you at the light right now nigga And the nigga sweating you my nigga Looking at you cause you got the big boy shoes on ya shit my nigga Ay roll down ya motherfucking window nigga Blow out that dro smoke nigga Tell that nigga that's how the fuck ya feel nigga Ya feel like ya look nigga Ya feel good nigga What's happening nigga? Let's get it, ay Ay, let's go
<i>[Young Jeezy]</i> Red paint, inside's peanut butter (peanut butter) They seeing me, but I don't see them suckers (see them suckers) I ain't gon lie, man my shit tight (tight) Hoes jocking, got em stopping like a red light (ay, yeeeeeeah) Wake me up, this a sick dream (what) Got the Alpine with the flat screen (that's right) These niggaz ain't aware mayne (ware mayne) 12's in the trunk sounding like an airplane (ay, ay, jeah) A 757 jet (jet) He ain't know? You dealing with a fucking vet (yeeeeeah) niggaz cold like banana splits (jeah) That's why I cop the AR with banana clips (ay, ay)
<i>[Hook x2]</i> Sitting 24 inches off the ground (That's how ya feel) A young nigga sellin fruity by the pound (That's how ya feel) And I got the best white in the town (That's how ya feel) 45 in my lap, it's going down (That's how ya feel)
<i>[Young Jeezy]</i> I got a project chick with a lot of kids (lot of kids) She say she like my flow but love my ad libs (yeeeeeah) I was saying Yeah before Usher (what) Never Scared like T.I. and Bone Crusher (that's right) Any problem, Jeezy take care of it (jeah) Them ugly hoes say a nigga arrogant (arrogant) Real slow is how I drive past (what) Got everybody looking, sweating like a gym class (let's get it) I see you funny niggaz got jokes (jokes) Disrespect the Chevy, still riding on spokes (ay, spokes) You fucking with a player (ay) We don't just say no, we too busy saying yeeeeeah
<i>[Hook x2]</i> Sitting 24 inches off the ground (That's how ya feel) A young nigga sellin fruity by the pound (That's how ya feel) And I got the best white in the town (That's how ya feel) 45 in my lap, it's going down (That's how ya feel)
<i>[Young Jeezy]</i> I'm a motherfucking problem, who wanna solve me dog? (jeah) Got six cell phones, who gonna call me dog? (yeeeeeah) This ain't a movie, we are not actors (what) Still use a duck ass nigga for target practice (ay) Infrared beam on the Mausberg pump Hit his ass with it twice, make him A-Town Stomp (A-Town Stomp) In gats we trust (ay) niggaz play a lot of games dog, but not with us (not with us) Call me Jack In The Box, hop out with two clips (jeah) Cook ya faster than a t-bone at Ruth Chris (Ruth Chris) You still hating, looking stupid (looking stupid) I'm in the SL, looking real Coupe-ish (real Coupe-ish)
<i>[Hook x2]</i> Sitting 24 inches off the ground (That's how ya feel) A young nigga sellin fruity by the pound (That's how ya feel) And I got the best white in the town (That's how ya feel) 45 in my lap, it's going down (That's how ya feel)
Wooo! Swizzie! Young, Young Gunnaz Hey! Man I don't know what they talking about man I just know that Let's go!
It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off See the chick over there, she wanna set it off See homie over here, he wanna set it off It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off, hey!
Yessuh! Y'all know who the next up Hopping out them thangs wit the fresh cuts, fresh Watch right, nice bright, fin to do the rest up This that knock, wit Swizz and the Gunnaz connect up Big homie president, y'all can hang the rest up Still on the block, 'cause artists we get the less cut Bail money to the side, just in case I mess up Y'all can either ride or roll over if ya left us
Catch up, never that, this team never slack You rather that, ahead of that don't know a homie better That can do it how we do it, it's that Roc-A-Fella music Gotta move 'em, we gon' do it, long as we keep improving Look it's time to set it off, the drama set it off I see you when I see you, then I'm a let it off
It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off See the chick over there, she wanna set it off See homie over here, he wanna set it off It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off, hey!
Ain't no slang like that east coast slang Them east coast boys hit the road wit the Switching lanes, snatch up your dame Drop 100 cash on the chain Still bring the pain wit them thangs And them hollows to the tizzop Coming to holla through haters blizzock
You goddamn right so have that money right And we don't mess wit the funny type Fake ass pimps like Money Mike We get it cracking, fully loaded the magnum If you jump up in this wagon then you know what'll happen And we ain't trying to see the law The system knocking, enforcers popping Trying to see a broad We trying to see them girls when
It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off See the chick over there, she wanna set it off See homie over here, he wanna set it off It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off, hey!
Yessuh! It's me, N E double to F up Young Gunz indeed, double your bets up We double them tecs up, we silence the violence You if you messed up, you ain't gon' stress us Ain't worried bout you weirdos, your heroes, wannabe De Niro's Till that thing get sinked wit them air holes We dumb nice, missed the price, hurry set it up Got this thing on smash, be damned if we letting up
Keep on asking where we going, known to be smarter Decision been made that we rolling wit Coach Carter Beat start rocking and rocker keep rocking If that semi jam up that glock'll keep popping It ain't hard to find us, right down on [Incomprehensible] You should ever have a problem, north is where you'll find 'em when
It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off See the chick over there, she wanna set it off See homie over here, he wanna set it off It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off, hey!
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 If it's beef, fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
It's The Life featuring Pooda Brown작곡:C. Ries,Chad Hamilton,H. Muhammad,Tariq Muhammad
(verse 1:Young chris) chea, yo ayo everybody name brand me I was same pants same top coke and hot dogs out the same pot since a buck I been packing weapons only strappin niggas doin when they sexin every head and his crew is yes man my music and my shootin perfected can't afford to lose I'm destin to hit that road collect and try to hop up out of the hood niggas frown they see me pop up get locked up and they still with them coppers give em somethin from the choppers i got to deal with coppers giving them gas they need ox call the doctor raw and uncut no mask know who shot ya try to tell them chill for real but they don't listen though til the 45th come kiss em under the mistole toe and that's the last time I'm a remind ya'll next time creepin up with somethin behind ya'll (chorus) It's the life just livin it right shoot first and don't think twice and homie if the price is right then niggas a get at ya bout who draw the fastest casket or the ashes (Verse 2:Neef Buck) yo is lovely when your squeezin but ugly when you're recieving them and ya peeps going crazy in the recieving room a gun like a lung you goin need more than one this for every block in the ghetto or where I'm from I started off 9 or ten runnin wit my step pops learned how to collect from niggas and set up shizzop never buy hard from him I learned to cook rock summer time blizzock winter time shizzop let the smokers run them in all they want is 3 for 10 give up that password before you get the f**k in before we get to buckin leave em where they stand at respect we demand that now tell me where them grams at stacks rubberband wraps the streets the limmy got me a squadder wit a driver a soopped up hemi be happy you in my presence i can't give you a penny cause this nigga only tough when that shit's up in him (chorus) (Verse 3:Pooda Brown) Ain't nuttin soft about me but niggas they doubt me so I'm a have to run through they alley pick bread off of they balcony then toss the gun nigga I'm outty or nigga I'm rowdy but common sense plays a bigger part of me pookie when it comes to the uzi it just be callin (Mr.Brown)not bobby, or foxy, or nino it's pooda baby the ruger baby will clean the scene though excuse me ladies been through it lately but doin my thing though the crib 24 hours nigga the hood casino you lil niggas soft til that banana clip emptyin he not there dot on his head like he an indian it's training day nigga wake up early or we be in your crib burners wake up shirley cabinets and the bed nigga check that thurly I need that cooked up cookie homie end that story (chorus 2x)
The Way It Goes featuring Pooda Brown작곡:C. Ries,Chad Hamilton,F. Pilate,H. Muhammad,M. Cooper,Tariq Muhammad
(Young Chris talking) G - I - F - I Get In Where You Fit In, baby You know, roll wit ya boyz Gunnaz!!
(Young Chris) Honestly, my favorite type of gear a scrunchie for a hair, LaPerle underwear bang her from the rear baby girl dont care who there all i know she dont care who here thats what i love about her make the thugs bring the love up out em she know you comin, she gon stop and get the nut up out em They learn enough about 'em They get enough up out 'em Just like a nigga that soon she fuck give a fuck about em Thats my type, baby No disrespect to tha bourgeois and too polite ladies i'll do tha wife, maybe maybe later when a player in his thirties man i cant afford these young'ns tryna play a nigga dirty have me up all night talkin bout i cant sleep too hurt to eat, baby girl neva see, that be he Not me i'm way a better cheat You know me better, b we just fuck em and duck em and leave em..
Chorus(2X) All night cant sleep too hurt to eat Thats the way it goes Thats the way it goes
(Pooda Brown) See all my life i've been the type to keep a lil bitch Fresh in the mornin put it on me , cook a lil grits She like to touch my lips yea i like to touch her hips Then we get it poppin when a player get enough to split Back to that block where i be I'm on her mind though I wanna call her and ball her i'm on my grind though she wanna ride on the love train But love man, aint what i'm here for Thats not what i care for
I'm in and out when i wanna Dont wanna one-a We could kick it in the winter but i'm cool in the summer I rather go through my act With them packie packies on her lap We on the corner, nigga heavy and he packin stacks Quality time, you outta ya mind you steppin over ya line i know that you fine, girl but all i do is fuck em and duck em pops told me dont trust em Every night is another one Pooda got em up....
Chorus(2x)
(Neef) Baby girl, dont act foolish when you know that you know betta I keep you fine 'cause you a dime but you gets no cheddar Its hard to show feelings when you know you aint got none I aint the type of brother that'll bail soon as ya drop one I'm in the crib yea soon as tha block done i lay pipe all night so let tha bed bugs bite She grippin the sheets tight i came when she came twice Oh you got the right one we sex till the sun come Good thing i brought a box of them Magnums or nine months later she pop out wit a bad one And everything change that a chicken be naggin listening to her girlfriends, now she want more ends Taking out my benz, scraping up my rims every other weekend she out, girlfriend be clubbin Went from somethin to nothin now she huffin and puffin 'cause a nigga be frontin and i got her up....
[Young Chris + Neef Talking] Where the ladies You can feel me I wanna be your mother, your father Your brother, your sister Your everything
[VERSE 1] [Young Chris rappin'] 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
[CHORUS] [Rell singin'] 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)
[VERSE 2] [Neef rappin'] 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
[CHORUS] [Rell singing'] 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)
[VERSE 3] [Neef + Young Chris rappin'] 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
[Rell singin'] 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
[CHORUS] [Rell singin'] 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)
[CHORUS (until fade)] [Rell singin'] 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)
[Intro] Let's do it ooh ooh Ramsy, Nasty, Young yo uh yo
[Young Chris] We here to make sure these niggaz take heat and remember That we bout it bout it business Like P in the Limit Got some bout it bout it bitches that fein for the nigga Used to flee me for the niggaz now C all up in it Hit it when I want to no matter how you treat 'em How much you flee 'em you can get it when you want to You don't have to eat 'em Just dick 'em down right Never speak on another playa she don't like Get a flagour for that Fuck you hatin' for Dude just playin' his part, she datin boy Down at the club she just had to go Young Gunnas from State P had a show You show see them people shakin and shakin And movin and groovin but Gunna was coolin Long as I had my tullin' the girlies was choosin Everybody else actin foolish Over there actin stupid Come over here and we shootin
[Chorus] If you at the bar buying drinks holla Ooh Ooh V.I.P full of sticky stick say OOh Ooh If you ready creep wit his wife holla Ooh ooh (like, like) let's do it If its 23's on the wheel's holla Ooh Ooh Young Gunnaz bangin through the speaker say Ooh Ooh If you cheatin on ya man tonight holla Ooh Ooh (like) ooh ooh (like) ooh ooh let's do it
[Young Neef] Don't tell 'em nothing These niggaz ain't bout nothin They look here wit them fake stares We gon get the cuttin You know they frontin girlies up in the place Plus they probably mad bitches up in out face 4-5th on the hip and them Buddahs a 8 These niggaz wanna trip Then we give these niggaz a taste Don't shoot at cars And won't shoot from far We chase 'em and lase 'em For all the shit they talking plus hatin fuck waitin We send a mothafuckas to Satan Been takin niggaz girlies for ages She throwin it from the back I'm grindin all on her hips She talkin that freak shit How bout she a freak bitch Maybe a chewie quick Never got to sleep cause you know them chicks Soon's 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
[Chorus]
[Hook: Beanie Sigel] Its Mack daddy Young Scrappy Nah I ain't rappin Youngins get back at 'em
[Young Chris] All the action through the traffic on our way to perform If you knew like I knew you would try to keep 'em home Soon as we give 'em the song You hit it before the mornin' We don't love 'em we just smut 'em We hit it and then they gone
[Young Neef] Plus she was all up in my business Askin bout my cases Knew what I was charged with And wanna know what I'm facin Heard I keep it on me daily wherever I go Beat the case Homes still fight Muhando Yup!
Life We Chose featuring Denim작곡:Burt Bacharach,Chad Hamilton,Chris Ries,Hal David,Haneef Muhammad,R. Stafford,Ryan Presson
(Intro: Young Chris) 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
(Verse 1: Young Chris) 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
(Chorus: Denim) 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
(Verse 2: Neef) 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
(Chorus)
(Verse 3: Young Chris) Aunt 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 f**kin' 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 Aunt 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 So I separate myself, I look better wit myself
(Repeat Chorus)
Future Of The Roc 작곡:Anthony Blagmon,Chris Ries,Haneef Muhammad,James Casey,Leroy Bell,Roosevelt Harrell,Thom Bell
[Young Chris] Young, Gunz Chris and Neef The home of Philly Tough love, first time around We got now we don't care who got next
[Verse One] (Young Neef) 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
(Young Chris) 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
(Young Neef) 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
(Young Chris) 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
[Chorus] "Young . . Young, Young Gunners" "Chris and Neef", "We the future" "We the future"
[Verse Two] (Young Chris) 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
(Young Neef) 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
[Chorus]
[Verse Three] (Young Neef) 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
(Young Chris) 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
[Chorus: repeat 2x] "Young . . Young, Young Gunners" "Chris and Neef", "We the future" "We the future"
Roc U featuring Beanie Sigel작곡:Chad Hamilton,Chris Ries,Dwight Grant,Haneef Muhammad
[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]
No Better Love featuring Rell작곡:Chad Hamilton,Chris Ries,Gerrell Gaddis,Haneef Muhammad,Luther Vandross,Nat Adderley,Ryan Presson
[Young Chris + Neef Talking] Where the ladies You can feel me I wanna be your mother, your father Your brother, your sister Your everything
[VERSE 1] [Young Chris rappin'] 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
[CHORUS] [Rell singin'] 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)
[VERSE 2] [Neef rappin'] 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
[CHORUS] [Rell singing'] 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)
[VERSE 3] [Neef + Young Chris rappin'] 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
[Rell singin'] 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
[CHORUS] [Rell singin'] 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)
[CHORUS (until fade)] [Rell singin'] 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)