Solitair - Young Gunz lyrics

Uh...umm-umm Yeah Breath on this one right here...ri-right here Breath on it Verse 1: [Choclair] Now you can either try to join us or run from us But don't dispute it Choclair gon' leave your brain scarred The situation's hard These n***as who be hating and dissing But now I'm paid, now they looking for jobs I don't give a f** of what you saw back in 9-5 All things that I say, despite your long eyes Were all wise, leave you in awe like God rise All words that I say, All get! All kinds! And break all spines, and why wouldn't Cause when these peoples ask who diss, I be like "I did it" So many n***as be dissing us n***as But when these n***as confront 'em Up in their face that they be afraid to admit it I slap 'em in the face and make, every rhyme spitted You heard this kid, roll with me, glide with me Take my hand, come slide with me Do you think you roll with Chocs and Bleek (What the f** y'all thinking) So don't be bringing your sh** round here My advice to you is get your a** back Before it get slapped, turned out, and pushed back Choclair put the T-dot-O up on the map, bi-otch Chorus: [M. Bleek]- Do you ever wanna see a n***a ball at the top Wanna see a n***a fall, get it on with the cops I ain't changed, I still keep raw on the block n***a hate me, I ain't never gon' stop [Choclair]- They don't ever wanna see a n***a ball at the top Wanna see a n***a fall, get it on with the cops I ain't changed, I still keep raw on the block n***a hate me, I ain't never gon' stop Verse 2: [Memphis Bleek] Yo, you see the Memph man laid up, paid up Instead you wanna see a n***a sprayed up Only use the waste up And I still bust off nuts, with a numb dick straight up f** y'all n***a wanna do, Huh duke I know thug n***as creep with a gun duke Me too, except, I got one in the hand for the jump off n***as still ain't learned the ledge, n***a jump off It's real here, playa, you know what the deal here n***as in wheelchairs won't sit still here Battery pack cats, get their cavity cracked black In fact, I still ain't stop pointing the mack At y'all n***as who hate me, don't mistake me n***a, the money ain't create Bleek When I sold trays, in hallways, and had braids Rob n***as, stomp n***as, for my P-Js Chorus: Verse 3: [Choclair] Standing 6-foot-1, dark skin, smooth brother Knee deep, up in your women, circle Be my brothers underground in the gutters Submerged under the nonsense Those happy childs fronting with that coke-and-smile walk Really big dick style, could stick your girl, make her smile Listen in, n***as say they gonna f** me up now Need to understand paranormal land expands People catching co*k stand, when I touch mic stands Even woolen hand strands, best believe I got lyrics up the sleeve Little brother from the Bridgemont-C People looking for a gig, your star's fading I say step to the side when young guns blazing Chorus: [Repeat 2 times]