Young Gunz - Roc U lyrics

(feat. Beanie Sigel) [Young Chris talking] Where that pian sat at (uh) Young Gannas (chea) What up n***as; n***as got till January to get they sh** together; You hear that n***as January (chea) Chad West [Verse One: Young Chris] Yo; Ayo Momma workin hard Big brother on the run lil sista cuttin up man sh** just outta luck baby girl born brighten up my life alot 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; n***as speed like us 40 clip on my hip shorty go get ya clique ready to squeeze like what; Yeah its commin out of Chris' mouth; I'll have you n***as-b**hin' gettin' stitches then get ditches pourin liqour out; thats 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; f** all them n***as route; Ciani here plus my momma need a bigger house [Chorus] This just the town we live in; North Phil my n***a, South Philly with mittens, look how chilly the rist is; poppin wheelys with b**hes; 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 sh** forty-fours and infus; Plans to get ya, leave a n***a they ain't remember, long as he ain't remember then watch his mouth for temper [Verse Two: Beanie Siegel] b**h n***as actin' tough but you know what thats about prayin that I hit em up; hopin n***as settle out, But why flirt with d**h; 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 d**h is the number one fear of men; But I ain't scared, I can tell its commin', I can feel it in the air; I can smell it commin, fully prepared to meet the f**in' 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 (thats right) d**h is the only thing for sure in life (thats right) Young Gunz get em real nice [Chorus] [Verse Three: Neef Buck] Yo; k** me with a get a gun, betta know where i'm from load them up with dumb guns leave a n***a one lung; maskin tape hoodies and gloves mookies and dubs yeah n***a I'll put it dead in yo mug; Other f**as beneath me, mutha-f**as is sneaky worryin about where Neef be get you wacked out easy, Yeah this family greasy, Believe me, how the f** they ain't peep me; Tables turned now the family need me, Yeah i'm on 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 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 n***as 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, theres nothin we can't do, its tucked in my pants to, but this sh** scramble, sh** I em sellin but n***as tattle tellin when they rushed in that van dude so I had to smartin up, you know chalk em up, bye bye mutha-f**in drive by we walkin up put your little lawkers up and your lil snub n***a you a lil thug give em lil snugs till he cough it up; them n***as soft as bu*t even ya bosses s**, i'm about to charge it up n***a stop ya arguin [Chorus]