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(feat. Beanie Sigel)
Young Chris talking
Where that pian sat at (uh)
Young Gannas (chea) What up ;
got till January to get they s**t together;
You hear that January (chea)
Chad West
Verse One: Young Chris
Yo; Ayo Momma workin hard Big brother on the run lil sista cuttin up man s**t 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;
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 -moaning' 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 pi*s it out; Block all them chickens out; fck all them route;
Ciani here plus my momma need a bigger house
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This just the town we live in; North Phil my nigg*, South Philly with mittens, look how chilly the rist is; poppin wheelys
with girls; Poppin wheelys at snitches
You got three ways to die; Rovolver Roof or the River; you gone bleed if you try man they shootin suspicious; and got oozies
and s**t forty-fours and infus; Plans to get ya, leave a nigg* they ain't remember, long as he ain't remember then watch his
mouth for temper
Verse Two: Beanie Siegel
b*tch actin' tough but you know what thats about prayin that I hit em up; hopin 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 its commin', I can feel it
in the air; I can smell it commin, fully prepared to meet the fkin' 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) Death is the
only thing for sure in life (thats right) Young Gunz get em real nice
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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 nigg* one lung; maskin tape
hoodies and gloves
mookies and dubs yeah nigg* I'll put it dead in yo mug; Other fkas beneath me, muth*-fkas is sneaky worryin about where
Neef be get you wacked out easy, Yeah this family greasy, Believe me, how the fk they ain't peep me; Tables turned now the
family need me, Yeah i'm on my s**t; ain't s**t 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 feel my pain, until i'm out
the game i'm far from a lame
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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 s**t scramble, s**t I em sellin but tattle tellin when they rushed in that van dude so I had to
smartin up, you know chalk em up, bye bye muth*-fkin drive by we walkin up put your little lawkers up and your lil snub
nigg* you a lil thug give em lil snugs till he cough it up; them soft as b*tt even ya bosses suck, i'm about to
charge it up nigg* stop ya arguin
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