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[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 a lot 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 it's commin out of Chris' mouth;

I'll have you niggas-Bitchin' gettin' stitches then get ditches pourin liqour out; that's 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

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[Verse Two: Beanie Siegel]

 

Bitch niggas actin' tough but you know what that's 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 it's 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 (that's right) Death is the

Only thing for sure in life (that's 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, there's nothin we can't do, it's 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]

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