Young Guns - Roc U lyrics

[Young Chris] Where the pain set at? YOUNG GUNNAS (yeah, ok) Roc n***as n***as got 'til January to get their sh** together Yeah that n***a'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 sh**, 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 n***as 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 n***as b**hin', gettin' stitches Then get b**hes, 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 f** all them n***as 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 n***a South Philly with mittens Look how chilly the wrist is Poppin' willies with b**hes 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 n***a dead, remember Hawk his hand, remember To watch his mouth or temper [Verse 2] [Beanie Sigel] b**h n***as actin' tough, but you know what that's about Prayin' that I hit 'em up, hopin' they can settle out But why flirt with d**h? 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 d**h 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 f**in' 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) d**h is the only thing for sure in life That's right Young Gunnas k**in' 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 n***a one lung (ooh) Masking tape, hoodies, and gloves Boogies and snubs Yeah I put a dent in your mug Older brother beneath me Mother f**ers is sneaky Worryin' about where Neef be Get you act out easy (easy) Yeah this family greezy Believe me, how the f** they impede me? Tables turned, now the family needs me Yeah, I want my sh** Ain't sh** 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, n***as 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 n***as tattletale 'em when they rush in that van, dude So I had to smarten up You know, chalk 'em up Bye-bye mother f**er, drive-by, we walkin' up Put your little lockers up, hang your little snub, n***a You a little thug, give you slugs 'til he cough it up Them n***as soft as bu*t Even your balls is soft I'm about to charge 'em up n***as stop, your offer's up [Chorus]