Lyrics
(feat. Beanie Sigel) [Young Chris talking]
Where that pian sat at (uh)
Young Gannas (chea)
What up niggas;
Niggas got till
January to get they shit together;
You hear that niggas
January (chea)
Chad West [Verse One: Young Chris]
Yo; Ayo Momma workin hard
Big brother on the run lil sista cuttin up man I done ****ed just outta luck baby girl born brighten up my life alot block still poppin old lady still drawn haters still plottin (plottin) tryna take my life away it don't matter night or day
C reactin right away; bring it on when the temperature rise; my intention to ride ain't no intent but he die; niggas 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 niggas-
Niggas gettin' stitches then get ditches pouring liquor out; that's 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;
**** all them niggas route;
Ciani here plus my momma need a bigger house [Chorus]
This just the town we live in;
North Phil my nigga,
South Philly with mittens, look how chilly the wrist is; popping wheelies with niggas;
Poppin wheelys at snitches
You got three ways to die;
Rovolver Roof or the
River; you gonna bleed if you try man they shootin suspicious; and got uzis and bitches forty-fours and infus;
Plans to get ya, leave a nigga they ain’t remember, long as he ain't remember then watch his mouth for temper [Verse Two: Beanie Siegel]
Niggas ******s actin' tough but you know what that's about praying that
I hit em up; hoping niggas 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 comin, fully prepared to meet the nigga 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 [Chorus] [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 nigga one lung; maskin tape hoodies and gloves mookies and dubs yeah nigga
I'll put it dead in yo mug;
Other niggas beneath me, mother****as is sneaky worryin about where
Neef be get you wacked out easy,
Yeah this family greasy,
Believe me, how the **** they ain't peep me;
Tables turned now the family need me,
Yeah I'm on my shit; ain't shit 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 niggas 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 nothing we can't do, it's tucked in my pants too, but this shit scramble, shit
I em sellin but niggas tattle tellin when they rushed in that van dude so
I had to smarten up, you know chalk em up, bye bye mother****a drive by we walkin up put your little lawkers up and your lil snub niggas you a lil thug give em lil snugs till he cough it up; them niggas soft as butt even ya bosses suck, I'm about to charge it up nigga stop ya arguin [Chorus]
Where that pian sat at (uh)
Young Gannas (chea)
What up niggas;
Niggas got till
January to get they shit together;
You hear that niggas
January (chea)
Chad West [Verse One: Young Chris]
Yo; Ayo Momma workin hard
Big brother on the run lil sista cuttin up man I done ****ed just outta luck baby girl born brighten up my life alot block still poppin old lady still drawn haters still plottin (plottin) tryna take my life away it don't matter night or day
C reactin right away; bring it on when the temperature rise; my intention to ride ain't no intent but he die; niggas 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 niggas-
Niggas gettin' stitches then get ditches pouring liquor out; that's 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;
**** all them niggas route;
Ciani here plus my momma need a bigger house [Chorus]
This just the town we live in;
North Phil my nigga,
South Philly with mittens, look how chilly the wrist is; popping wheelies with niggas;
Poppin wheelys at snitches
You got three ways to die;
Rovolver Roof or the
River; you gonna bleed if you try man they shootin suspicious; and got uzis and bitches forty-fours and infus;
Plans to get ya, leave a nigga they ain’t remember, long as he ain't remember then watch his mouth for temper [Verse Two: Beanie Siegel]
Niggas ******s actin' tough but you know what that's about praying that
I hit em up; hoping niggas 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 comin, fully prepared to meet the nigga 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 [Chorus] [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 nigga one lung; maskin tape hoodies and gloves mookies and dubs yeah nigga
I'll put it dead in yo mug;
Other niggas beneath me, mother****as is sneaky worryin about where
Neef be get you wacked out easy,
Yeah this family greasy,
Believe me, how the **** they ain't peep me;
Tables turned now the family need me,
Yeah I'm on my shit; ain't shit 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 niggas 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 nothing we can't do, it's tucked in my pants too, but this shit scramble, shit
I em sellin but niggas tattle tellin when they rushed in that van dude so
I had to smarten up, you know chalk em up, bye bye mother****a drive by we walkin up put your little lawkers up and your lil snub niggas you a lil thug give em lil snugs till he cough it up; them niggas soft as butt even ya bosses suck, I'm about to charge it up nigga stop ya arguin [Chorus]