Yung Berg - Where Do We Go lyrics

Intro: Bro, what's poppin'? It's 'bout time, real Chi-Town n***as link up Without no further a due I give you Yung Berg and Twista, let's get it in Where do we go from here? Now that all of the children are grown up And I will respond my time Knowing nobody gives us a hand Aye (Aye) If y'all n***as don't get ya money right This time you know what sayin' I'm giving n***as till the end of 07 'bout 08 (Where we going?) My bank account gon' have eight digits that is Let's go (Let's go) Verse 1: Nobody gave me nothing I made 50 of a pack When I made 100 I ran straight to the block Bounced back with the work like (Take it all, you need me) Yes, sir n***as better get wit the program I'm fast on a track But I k** a slow jam Oh man, goddamn (Take it all, you need me) YB gang, that's the new thang Brand new chain is straight from Hussein Mo shoes, mo cars (Take it all, you need me) Mo clothes, mo brain, oh yeah You done seen a few n***as Wit a yang like me Never really had doh and shorty like my Never rolled around in a drop top V Like me, like we, YB, that's us Too fast, too hard (Take it all, you need me) Young Buck, catch up, yep I'mma prime time player Shorty, don't smoke weed She a high time hater and Why date her hand, my paper is (Take it all, you need me) Few taller than a skyscraper n***as better know how to ride the 101 Big shotgun and I buy another one and another (And another) And another (And another) (Take it all, you need me) Keep going, is you wit it? You ain't got sh** to say less you did it You ain't never came from nothin' and blew wit it (But) Who did it? (Yep) I did it YB, that's the new Hook: Where do we go from here? Where do we go from here? (Take it all, you need me) Verse 2 (Twista): Now, now, I'm a old G in the city and ya knew one day A n***a was gon' come along and spit that real sh** Wanna bet, what? (Take it all, you need me) That he too much of a thug for you Wanna be ballers out here to deal with Make it competition, go sit on the couch for him If he need work I'mma hand it out for him If he need a pistol I'mma hand it out for him (Take it all, you need me) Yung Berg and the Twista and I'll vouch for him, that's me Could spit it just so I could spit it Flow a just so could flow a, f** her like I could f** her (Take it all, you need me) Do her like I could do her, get it how you got to get it Me and my boy came up on tha block Hustling by the building Just stacking the money up to the ceiling Ain't no penicillin finna hit 'em When I'm dealing wit 'em ask Yung Berg Where we go after we k** 'em? 'Cuz we gettin' money and the roof gon' be so wicked Is the reason we can kick it how we kick And it's the reason why we pull up on the 30's (Take it all, you need me) And the Hummers and we don't give a f** If we get a ticket and Why I pay a hundred dollars for a watch? Five fifty for a ounce a kush, three fifty for a pair of jeans And thirty thousand for a Charger (Take it all, you need me) Two hundred for all cops on the first look Got money on the books And we got the dollars for Impalers And the Thumpers and the Hummers And I'm throwing out the other figgas Yung B E R to the G wit the TB some k**as And we never taking sh** from off another n***a Every time I had mo of to dank n***as think I be finish But I got mo in the tank I'mma score about 80 on 'em And go in the paint (Take it all, you need me) I'mma take a chunk of ya chip And then go to the bank so, uh Hook Verse 3: Yes sir, n***as said Dr Wine wasn't nothing 3 years later Dr Wine got a budget 4 years later now everybody love it (Take it all, you need me) God f**ing damn n***as said June wasn't that hot JB sitting back and I was gon' flop Now we on top like dog I told ya (Take it all, you need me) M holla what's good miss ride out Let these motherf**ers Know what we talk about Left lane, Yung Boss Get ya money we 'bout to turn the lights out We about to take it straight to the white house Cook crack clean it up then I write down Everything that I see we I come around (Take it all, you need me) Every state every hood that I've been around 84th, just seen to the buggie down n***as know I blow weed when I put it down n***as know I got love, n***as know I been plugged (Take it all, you need me) That's right I'mma a prince of the Chi-Town So where my south side n***as at right now We gon' all line up in a single file And give the whole world something they can sing about (Take it all, you need me) Rule 1, better live what you speak bout Rule 2, don't slip when you creep out Rule 3, grab heat when you leave out Rule 4, don't rush n***a ease out (Take it all, you need me) And Rule 5, fall or die Cop that sh** that the ballers buy Ride that wip that the ballers drive Big GT Royce Chevy that's ridin' high Swang on 'em when you ridin' by and I'm gone Hook Outro: Yea, it's the boss, baby Look what you made me Where we going from here? So you ridin' wit us so good luck You could be with this or that Yea, so there you have it Eat your f**ing heart out on this one Yung Berg, Twista, ugh