1.'Can't Stop, Won't Stop'
作詞：Howard Bailey, Darrell Branch, Melvin Glover, Nathaniel
Glover, Joseph Modeliste, Eddie Morris, Hassan Hanif Muhammad,
Dwight Myers, Arthur Lanon Neville, Leo Paul Nocentelli, George
Joseph Jr Porter, Chris Ries, Robert Keith Wiggins, Guy T.
Williams, Marlon Lu'ree Williams
Sick sicker, remix
Okay,Young Gunnaz, okay
Seein' me, check
Big Face, that's right
Big Leo, right
Big bird, yeah holla
Can't stop, won't stop Chingy and the Gunnaz
'Cause we, we get down baby, we get down
The girls, the girls they love us
(Say what)
(Look she right there)
(Her man he right there)
Yup, It's only right that we make it a remix
Young Gunnaz, and Chingy just to give it a lil' twist
Next generation, you better stay focused
Youngaz before they time, man you already know this
Ball 'em, never call 'em, kick 'em out before their moment
It seem like once you done, they start drawlin'
You never have 'em, so you cuff 'em, when you grab him
I treat 'em all the same, even the bad ones
Go Magnum, rose gold chain, for show aim
Four four Magnum, tell C and P when they done better blast 'em
I be laid back, smokin' bags, playin' Madden
You know we tap 'em, middle room, bathroom
Living room, bathroom, sit at home cap 'em
You got it, It's nothin' I had 'em, you can have 'em
Seein' Neef we the streets, Gunnaz we the last one
Can't stop, won't stop Chingy and the Gunnaz
'Cause we, we get down baby, we get down
The girls, the girls they love us
(Say what)
(Look she right there)
(Her man he right there)
Can't stop, won't stop Chingy and the Gunnaz
'Cause we, we get down baby, we get down
The girls, the girls they love us
(Say what)
(Look she right there)
(Her man he right there)
Man, I can't Stop, won't stop
Girl, quit actin' like ya can't pop, won't drop
To the flo' I move crowds like I moved hop
Man, '94 on the block, hand full on my jock
You wanna' know, It's official when I step up in it
You wanna' party, lemme' get the Y G's
And we a be there in a minute
Maybe chicken-head wit' it
I'm in the authentic, get it boy Jersey G I B hat fitted
Runnin' ten a world, we did it
(Did what？)
Got the boxed up Benz, Range, and got both 'em get it
Ching-aling, worldwide girl
(Worldwide girl)
Playa', and I'm pimpin' you never seen my thural side
The girls, the girls they love me
(Love me)
You know I stay fresh 'till death, like Doug E
(Doug E)
I step in the spot, these cats they mug me
(Mug me)
Got drank, in row so meet me at the Club E, D D T
Can't stop, won't stop Chingy and the Gunnaz
'Cause we, we get down baby, we get down
The girls, the girls they love us
(Say what)
(Look she right there)
(Her man he right there)
Can't stop, won't stop Chingy and the Gunnaz
'Cause we, we get down baby, we get down
The girls, the girls they love us
(Say what)
(Look she right there)
(Her man he right there)
Neefy, and Chris wicked game, wicked chick
One had to pay a dime, pay in no mind
It's quite obserd, just sayin' the right words
I like nice hair, titties, and nice curves
Givin' neck dose, smokin' on a bag fa' sho'
Shawty's catch everything, everytime I let go
(Okay)
I get her poppin', and let 'em finish the rest yo
And when I'm lookin' for a girl, why I check fo'
Need me a chick, that'll see me squeeze the fifth
On the court, pleed the fifth, never leave me for a check
But, the Visa on the whip, so overseas get the bricks
Bringin' all 'dat cake, that's what I need for you to do
I be heated if you screw, bring it all back straight
Rock on me, we pop homie, drink it all back straight
Better warn me, ya Barreta on me
Baby all 'dat hate, will lead to you losin' all that weight
Holla' at ya boy
Can't stop, won't stop Chingy and the Gunnaz
'Cause we, we get down baby, we get down
The girls, the girls they love us
(Say what)
(Look she right there)
(Her man he right there)
Can't stop, won't stop Chingy and the Gunnaz
'Cause we, we get down baby, we get down
The girls, the girls they love us
(Say what)
(Look she right there)
(Her man he right there)
Wow, wow, wow, wow, look at those hoes
(They're they go)
(What they at？)
(What they at？)
(What they at？)
(What they at man？)
Wow, wow, wow, wow, look at all those hoes
(They're they go)
(What they at？)
(What they at？)
(What they at？)
Can't stop, won't stop Chingy and the Gunnaz
'Cause we, we get down baby, we get down
(Wow, wow, wow, wow, look at all those hoes)
Can't stop, won't stop Chingy and the Gunnaz
'Cause we, we get down baby, we get down
2.No Better Love
作詞：Nathaniel Edwin Adderley, Gerrell Gaddis, Chad Hamilton,
Hanif Mohammed, Ryan Presson, Chris Ries, Luther Vandross
For the ladies
Look here girl
I wanna be your mother, your father
Your brother, your sister
Your everything
I think I might wife her
You know, powder blue Rocawear suite
White Nikes, my niggas like her
She been with me through the grind
Girl you put in that time like been lifers
Got tight, use to hookey and chill
She tight, plus she cook up a meal
Had the hook up for real
More headaches and stress 'cuz a child involved
Its all good 'cuz our sex be my Tylenol
Best baby doll of all
Shit the rest of you childish broads
Give me the sex then I'm tired of y'all
So find the next to provide for y'all
I got my babygirl
Plus she 'bout to drop my baby girl off
Forget about all the rumours you hear girl
A newer life is soon to be here girl
And can't nothin' fuck up that
Gotta fuck with that
Can't find a better love than that
Don't stop givin' me your lovin'
'Cuz my hearts been racin' for your lovin'
I won't give it up for nothin'
'Cuz there's no better love
Girl you got me goin' crazy
You got me thinkin' 'bout you baby
Could you be my one and only lady
'Cuz there's no better love
Comin' up I thought Cupid was stupid
Only two loves, my family and music
Fallen through somethin', jus' could'nt do it
It was the beginin' of time
And you was like nine but Goddamn you was fine
Use to stay on my mind
When I was out on my grind
Open up the bags when I'm
Choppin' my dimes, there in the spindell
Stood by me from the windows
Popped up mad shit with me and got me rentals
Sick with the plastic, what can I say？
Bitches hate the way I had around a lady, they
Gossipin', watchin' him, runnin' back
Moved up north, kinda fell off track
Still my peoples though
Love when I see you though
Once a while, might call
Jus' to chill, might ball
Forever my dog
Even when I downfall
First in line whenever chick is envolved
Don't stop givin' me your lovin'
'Cuz my hearts been racin for your lovin'
I won't give it up for nothin'
'Cuz there's no better love
Girl you got me goin' crazy
You got me thinkin' 'bout you baby
Could you be my one and only lady
'Cuz there's no better love
We the youngest in charge
So leave them other scrubs
We give you better love
The same time its tough
Baby I feel the same as Neef do
Spit the game as he do
You can take two
Ain't no need to bring your
People lingere see through
She got it goin' on
Oh that's can't stop, won't stop
We got them goin' home
We got them all alone
Just us, nobody's wrong
I'm ahead if you give head
We do our jobs at the mall
Every since the day I saw your face
My mind told me
You were the one that was down for me
And baby when I get laced
I'm gonna do what you want, I'll be there truely
So don't you let a thing
Turn you away from the love you need,my dear
I don't wanna play
Around with you,'cuz I know I found lovin' right here
Don't stop givin' me your lovin'
'Cuz my hearts been racin' for your lovin'
I won't give it up for nothin'
'Cuz there's no better love
Girl you got me goin' crazy
You got me thinkin' 'bout you baby
Could you be my one and only lady
'Cuz there's no better love
Don't stop givin' me your lovin'
'Cuz my hearts been racin' for your lovin'
I won't give it up for nothin'
'Cuz there's no better love
Girl you got me goin' crazy
You got me thinkin' 'bout you baby
Could you be my one and only lady
'Cuz there's no better love
3.Don't Stop (YG Party)
作詞：Chad Wes Hamilton, Hanif Muhammad, Chris Ries
Here we go, here we go
Come on, come on
Here we go, here we go
Come on, come on
Right, it's CNE right
Reppin the east, right
Reppin the rock, right
Coming straight off the block
Ain't no party like the YG party
â€~Cause the YG party don't stop
Ain't no party like the YG party
â€~Cause the YG party don't stop
Wherever I go, best believe I got my forty
Rolling down the stylish peak to get a little sporty
Bringing the city blue, I â€~ma pittin' is slurry shorty
Saying hi now, girl, tryna get a little naughty
Get their number call up, kinda just make up a plan
Five minutes to wait to till each day, man I'm coming
You know me, you know the lady that they stunning
A chasin' chain, do your thing because nothing
Once again, the Benz, the CD lens
To see all I say them GP in the France
Party till we end, these ends never end
Counting dollars, popping bottles
From beginning to the end
How we do keep it true, VIP for the birds, nigga
When from the burns play that drums sick to serve
Keep the gangsta, never been a stranger to danger
24 7 I got my pay him off, back to here, here we go
Here we go, here we go
Come on, come on
Here we go, here we go
Come on, come on
Right, it's CNE right
Reppin the east, right
Reppin the rock, right
Coming straight off the block
Ain't no party like the YG party
â€~Cause the YG party don't stop
Ain't no party like the YG party
â€~Cause the YG party don't stop
Six in the morning, don't stop
Nigga, we lend the night to the cops
Chicks spilling their asses, Chris fillin' their glasses
Lot of women in here but they, squad their planets
Where they go？ Right here
Which one？ Right here
Nice hair, nice gear
Nike, nice square
As she still wait for me to get up in the air
Now she bottle a spot and get with me and my pair
They know we get it down, every time we come around, yeah
She's standin' nine block away, hear the sounds play
Still get a key, hear the clock get you pouncin'
Niggas throw round here, so we still grounded
Here we go, here we go
Come on, come on
Here we go, here we go
Come on, come on
Right, it's CNE right
Reppin the east, right
Reppin the rock, right
Coming straight off the block
Ain't no party like the YG party
â€~Cause the YG party don't stop
Ain't no party like the YG party
â€~Cause the YG party don't stop
Call for life, now who you call for the ice
I ain't calling you wife, I get it all overnight
So I'm gonna hate this bitches, I said get off my pipe
Unless they all wanna bite, tell them they all go the light
Yeah, we all go the wuz, man, we all got that ice
Yeah, we all got them bites, yeah they kill you for bite
If the law wanna ask, running on to the light
Nigga sharp as the night with name marking us right
Say to market a plan this time around it's craze
Send it over with the homies, they will cater to the ladies
We getting crazy now, Jaret, Jake, these babies
Turn that beef to white sheets if you have a child to play
Here we go, here we go
Come on, come on
Here we go, here we go
Come on, come on
Right, it's CNE right
Reppin the east, right
Reppin the rock, right
Coming straight off the block
Ain't no party like the YG party
â€~Cause the YG party don't stop
Ain't no party like the YG party
â€~Cause the YG party don't stop
4.Beef
作詞：Kaseem Dean, Hanif Muhammad, Chris Ries
Yo, C hand me that muthafuckin' ratchet man
These niggas talkin' all that beef shit
Soon as this nigga come around the muthafuckin' corner
I'ma lay this nigga, fuck this nigga
Hundred rounds lay 'em down from a far
Talking that trunk shit layed down by the bar
Thinking I ain't wit it run around from New York
Though I knew niggas, niggas is down wit the law
All new heat niggas ain't down wit the broads
I ain't tryin' lease, I'm puttin' down what it cost
All you playa haters get lost
I'm warnin' niggas, informin' niggas
We can take it toe-to-toe, blow-for-blow
Shoot em' up, niggas is rugered up
The lead flyin', somebody dyin', suit em' up
Nigga you come in our direction, shells in your fleshin'
I was told homey squeeze first in thought of question
Niggas will never ever get on our level
Before you gettin' my cheddar, homey you kiss my bareta
If it's beef, fire it up, if it's beef, fire it up
If it's beef, fire it up, if it's beef, fire it up
If it's beef, fire it up, if it's beef, fire it up
If it's beef, fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Yo, it start from a fist fight, you know where it end right
Niggas talkin' that roach shit, gettin' they ratchet
Tryin' to lead the only thing you love out to be bastards
Gotta walk down on them, 'cause them feinds ain't askin'
That laser grip bullshit you might as well get rid of it
Trust me that pump-action guaranteed you a casket
Some cryin' other niggas was laughin'
In my hood it ain't good, niggas get what they deserve
That Mauseberg 500 lay em' on the curb
All cause him and them had a couple words
Now mom dukes lettin' off a couple birds
Dubs cry, slugs fly most times it ain't even over no pies
It's just some regular of guys
Wanted dead or alive
And in my hood they never ask that question why
If it's beef, fire it up, if it's beef, fire it up
If it's beef, fire it up, if it's beef, fire it up
If it's beef, fire it up, if it's beef, fire it up
If it's beef, fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
You know we right back at 'em, tinted up on the caddy
Bunch of pistol grips and I fullied the automaty
Yeah and I can care less if they bag me
Gotta hit 'em where it hurt, while she comin' out of church
Ransom a hundred grand, it can get me what she worth
For I put her to the earth and otherwise she murked
Just another T-shirt, nigga lost in the sauce
Next time you know better fuckin' with a boss
They know we tear the place up, face fruity and the Jacob
Play tough big ass toolie cover the waist up
Call my ace up nigga pay him on his way up
I told him bring the eight's up and someone bring the K's up
Comin' straight up, somebody block gettin' sprayed
Babies time to wake up somebody shootin' again
Somebody losin' a friend over music again
Happened before we'll do it again, you fuck around nigga
If it's beef, fire it up, if it's beef, fire it up
If it's beef, fire it up, if it's beef, fire it up
If it's beef, fire it up, if it's beef, fire it up
If it's beef, fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
5.Take It How U Want It
作詞：Chad Hamilton, Chris Ries
Rocafella's the army kid
Your digits ain't rising fam, it's like you're lactose and
tolerant
We got fridges for the Taliban load attire man
Betta keep ya set up million dolla man soon to be we next up
Get wet up, I been fresh since a little one bitch I school
The others travel from the little gun force one's
See my rocket's set, speak my name and I cock it wet
How can I forget see the game she the same
I tried to get back in grats hey
Man them bitches bought the gift and the curse and heard
The verse off the track hey, bitches please same C won't gas me
Your boy's classy for those who don't know Chris
He like hypnotics mixed with Henney he's ferocious
Toasters right beside and clip extending ya suppose to
Open fire on any nigga that approach us
Fucking roaches most of my niggas from the pro-jects
40-o-ez fuck a moette, mo' money mo' sex, no more stress
And for the cut I take it out on my ememies, taking out all my
enemies
Any coward a friend to me, if he bring the pain, we bringing
flowers
And memories and that's real, press my hand and see if my
Cards reveal, had to see some of the hardest squeal, ya'll guard
ya grill
Got a whole lot of loving, got a whole lot of soul
Round a whole lot of thuggin' but baby that's how I roll
Round a whole lot of niggas, round a whole lot of hoes
Make a whole lot of digits becuz I'm sick with the flows
Mamis leaving they niggas, yeah, leave wit a nigga, yeah
They like oh that's that young nigga that Sigel be with, yeah
I think he ready ohh girl I gotta roll it up, they be like bitch
You can get it long as you old enough
Block killin' me, yeah nigga, I can tell you why these thugs
ride
Tell you why these thugs die and to the day of my demise
I'm blowing, I'm blowing my la-la-la-la-la-la, till' I come in
off this high
Till these polies appahend me, till these pricks still to me I'm
doing me
I'm running crazy through the city with the two and letting my
thing
Quake on these noonies for even think that they can do me dirty
I'm nine cluching on the west side of Philly exchanging my war
Story with all of my little homies playing the MOB
Who just refuse to get a job so they back
And forth in and out of these correctional facilities
I'm getting phone calls from him every week, laughing
Talking 'bout how the whole block feeling me
And how when he coming home he ride for me
See that used to be me so I feel him I got love
Got a whole lot of loving, got a whole lot of soul
Round a whole lot of thuggin' but baby that's how I roll
Round a whole lot of niggas, round a whole lot of hoes
Make a whole lot of digits becuz I'm sick with the flows
Mamis leaving they niggas, yeah, leave wit a nigga, yeah
They like oh that's that young nigga that sigel be with, yeah
I think he ready ohh girl I gotta roll it up, they be like bitch
You can get it long as you old enough
Yo same o' same o' they want me to work more
Just a year ago they ain't give fuck 'bout, bot
As far as the bank you can't get a penny up out yours
So don't tell me shit about family, we starvin'
You helped me stay in this group, I beg your pardon
I started this before Chris nigga don't forget
Make he come off the hip on what you saying out cha lips
Swelling on the past there's no telling if I'm blast
Put it back in bags still selling to the mass
You move fast might crash, so I move at my own pace
Ain't no love loss 'cause I got my own taste
You don't put no working hands off my plate
To me that shit is snake, them referreds tell me sleep safe
But wait, you niggas cake we don't need no fifths
My niggas wiring up the shit
While we tieing up the strip
Got a whole lot of loving, got a whole lot of soul
Round a whole lot of thuggin' but baby that's how I roll
Round a whole lot of niggas, round a whole lot of hoes
Make a whole lot of digits becuz I'm sick with the flows
Mamis leaving they niggas, yeah, leave wit a nigga, yeah
They like oh that's that young nigga that sigel be with, yeah
I think he ready ohh girl I gotta roll it up, they be like bitch
You can get it long as you old enough
Exclusive nigga take it how you want it man
Take it from the gunners ememies won't dispute us
They liking heat like in bermuta, I mack a broad out in cuba
Touch ya boss then recruit cha
Neva lost ain't a loser, been all around the world wit my nigga
Jigga ya'll chicken scoopers plenty of times
She ain't getting a penny of mine
I turn your buns into the cinnamon kind wit one shot
That one block still a envy of mine, like I ain't come from the
same
I can't run from the pain nigga, and I ain't run from a thing
home
They act a fool when they get hot, I turn the sun into rain
though
Something the game lost another one to the game
From when bodies drop nuttin ashame
Just a big payback boy ya
Handguns'll bring the big K's back
And spray back about a hundred and change
Got a whole lot of loving, got a whole lot of soul
Round a whole lot of thuggin' but baby that's how I roll
Round a whole lot of niggas, round a whole lot of hoes
Make a whole lot of digits becuz I'm sick with the flows
Mamis leaving they niggas, yeah, leave wit a nigga, yeah
They like oh that's that young nigga that Sigel be with, yeah
I think he ready ohh girl I gotta roll it up, they be like bitch
You can get it long as you old enough
You dudes ain't 'bout nothing but you front and you're lame
Since I was young and if I want it I claim and I got that
Niggas start blobbin' off names where my block at
So I got a spot in the game off my profit
And I lock that ya'll cant do it no betta so why not get
Soon to be legends Roc-A-Fella's the label property's
The crew that I'm reppin', two in possession like
Who wanna test us huh？
You dudes ain't 'bout nothing but you front and you're lame
Since I was young and if I want it I claim and I got that
Niggas start blobbin' off names where my block at
So I got a spot in the game off my profit
And I lock that ya'll cant do it no betta so why not get
Soon to be legends Roc-A-Fella's the label property's
The crew that I'm reppin', two in possession like
Who wanna test us huh？ Nucca what？ Wa？
6.Future of the Roc
作詞：Leroy Bell, Thomas Bell, Roosevelt Iii Harrell, Casey James,
Hanif Kailli Muhammad, Chris Ries
Young Gunz
Chris and Neef
The home of Philly
Tough love, first time around
We got now we don't care who got next
Check we the future we got like a dime left
To make sure our niggaz cool and our moms set
It ain't safe every day is a bomb threat
Game watered down you work harder or less
Just give it all to my daughter wit death
Until then love me
Cee and Neef baby give us a second
Stand tall when they give us the pressure
'Cause if we fuck up our first chance
Fans won't give us a second, check
Listen and learn you missin' the message
They will drop you and won't be missin' your presence
I'm the curse Young C he the present
It don't work nigga give us the weapons
When you murk from the Hearst leave you in the desert
Breeze through in a 7
45, 45's need two in possession
Got the Mack 11 two intertechers
So ain't no tellin' what I do to them vest's
We ain't just shootin' out reckless, nigga
Young, Young, Young Gunners
Chris and Neef, we the future
We the future
We pull up in them big boy trucks big boy drops
We be the only young boys that the big boys watch
Neef and C official like a ref wit a whistle
Protect shit a nickel, it's death on a whistle
Lose breath when I hit you your best bet is to get through
Fuck outta the lane I'm much outta my pain
The stronger the game is quicker live by the code fool
Dinner time cold food, aim is sicker
Much faster, blast ya tearin' ya niggaz
We don't discriminate hoes get the same as niggaz
Comin' straight out the North Of Death
We give a fuck about a level we extort the best
Who's the boss nigga
Kill em slow give a fuck who he know
Our only purpose is that money and blow
Ain't scared to put a tag on his toe
The pressures on so they lettin' us go
Before our time and you already know, yo
Young, Young, Young Gunners
Chris and Neef, we the future
We the future
Just when they thought it was over
The young'n soldier got focus
And notice negotiations about my closures but
Won't lose my composure
Buck a shot and be over
Just like that, just give up rap
Gives a fuck about the bitches
Got to change our only livin'
Get my niggaz in position
From the block into the kitchen
It's my decision if I do it or not
But who gon' come back to that slow ass block
Yeah, duckin' them cops extendin'
Them shots and meltin' them Glocks
Yeah, this might not be my permanent spot
But what ever happens it happens
I see you motherfuckers on top
It be the real ones that block
That's why I listen and watch
You gots to listen more than you talk
So keep your mouth shut
It ain't about rattin' then you walk
They say the bad come along wit the good
So keep your awards
Just make sure the cash come on home wit the hood
Young, Young, Young Gunners
Chris and Neef, we the future
We the future, we the future
7.Friday Night
作詞：M Glover, N Glover, Darryl Mcdaniels, E Morris, Haneef
Muhammad, Chris Ries, J Saddler, Joseph Simmons, Justin Smith
Uh-huh, Young Gunnas
Young Gunnas
Neef and C, okay
Young, Young, Young
Young Gunnas
Three, two, one, go
It was a Friday night and the bass was bumpin'
The honeys was rockin'
The parties was jumpin'
And it wasn't long before everybody knew
'Just Blaze', was on the beat box
Young Gunz, the one with the heat rock
Before I hit the club, hit the weed spot
It goes a one, two, three, and
(Ok, Young Chris)
Just like King Midas, as I was told
Young C was on the block, thirteen years old
I don't mean to brag had the meanest bags
The supply to my peeps, I was bringin' hag
Took charge of the block, game ping to ave
Still bringin' cash on the scene at last
Still gloves and masks, as I proceed
Mad Max, mad hats, mad hollow T's
Your man actin' crazy, roll with the kid
Playa a hell of a pimp, you already know what it is
They don't gotta notice the whips, I don't show 'em the wrist
They already know that I'm Chris and they know that's the stick
To the script and I last long, hit 'em and I last long
Can't drive a scale for, send 'em in a cab home
He takin' mad long, get your bags gone
I ain't got a dime for you, time for me to pass on
It was a Friday night and the bass was bumpin'
The honeys was rockin'
The parties was jumpin'
And it wasn't long before everybody knew
'Just Blaze', was on the beat box
Young Gunz, the one with the heat rock
Before I hit the club, hit the weed spot
It goes a one, two, three, and
(Chris, Chris and Lil' Neefy)
Back in effect, best mac in the tech
Show you how to clap or perfect, when they actin' all messed
We from north Philly Free, Peedi Crakk, and the rest
Max, south side, O and Sparks back on the west
We the leaders of the new school, hate it 'cause my jewels cool
Get my jewels, crew, every weekend it's a new crew
'Bout to set the record straight, soon as the record breaks
Shit, some more, to the store, watch it levitate
And we never late, early in the game
We brought pain, yup heavy spins up in every state
Yeah, you bound to hate, die if the bound it quakes, 769 escape
Put 'em all around ya face, diamond cool, walkin' ya place
Get every dime you got up outta ya safe
Plus you gettin' more surrounded with bake
Before the law comes surrounding your place
My dogs get every pound of your cake
It was a Friday night and the bass was bumpin'
The honeys was rockin'
The parties was jumpin'
And it wasn't long before everybody knew
'Just Blaze', was on the beat box
Young Gunz, the one with the heat rock
Before I hit the club, hit the weed spot
It goes a one, two, three, and
(Young, Young, Young, Young Neef)
We the present and the future, you might as well get used to
It's been around a minute, given 'em what they wanted
The niggaz, they never front it, they still sick to they stomach
Once they hear about the Gunz, yeah, they know that girls comin'
Yeah, you try to tell her, 'Please baby don't wear that'
She's on her own, think she ain't tryin' to hear that
You know what's gonna happen after the party
C and Neef up in the suite, you fishin' 'em down in the lobby
Back at the back, she trippin' all at the army
Me cuffed my lib, not even probably
The gang's here, so these chickens get bodied
We show you how we switch up better than a party
Get it in a party, we slippin' out, hardly
Baby, Beretta'd up, yeah, this your beat army
Hit them niggaz up, then we breeze off Tommy
Fuck it, right behind me, the whole block behind me
It was a Friday night and the bass was bumpin'
The honeys was rockin'
The parties was jumpin'
And it wasn't long before everybody knew
'Just Blaze', was on the beat box
Young Gunz, the one with the heat rock
Before I hit the club, hit the weed spot
It goes a one, two, three, and
Young Gunz, Young Neef
Chris and Lil' Neef
Chris and Lil' Neef
Chris, Chris, Chris and Lil' Neef
Chris, Chris, Chris and Lil' Neef
Chris, Chris, Chris and Lil' Neef
Chris, Chris, Chris and Lil' Neef, C
8.Grown Man
作詞：Leroy Bell, Chad Hamilton, Casey James, Hanif Muhammad, Chris
Ries
Yeah, C' and Neef baby
We grown men
Rock with me
I don't know what they told you
Rock with me
But I'm a grown man ma
We grown men ma
Neef grown to baby
He grown to baby
We gettin' couple dollars to baby, yeah
We get our own cake to baby
I know we in our late teens
She my down ass chick
Love me plus she like to come down my strip
Get paralyzed wipe down my shit
I love ya boo
Your my bugaboo
Type bug your boo
All day all night then I murk when the birds chirp
Yeah yeah, if you want it
Yeah yeah, baby you can get it
Still doin' shows and after parties
And after the party its back to the party at our crib
Yeah yeah, if you want it
Yeah yeah, baby you can get it
Still doin' shows and after parties
And after the party its back to the party at our crib
Niggaz stingy we party where I live
Niggaz offended like beg your pardon that my chick
Excuse me this ain't her first time here
And don't approach me like that, get roasted like that
Damn shorty playin' with your emotions like that
You a grown man she got'chu open like that
You put somethin' around her finger
Now she got'chu wrapped around her finger it's official
Well, that's you that's what'chu get for trickin'
Keep givin' her doe she take care of the Chris, and
I play my position, yup, give her the dick and
Come in her come soon as I'm done tell her I'm skippin'
She like, now that'chu got what'chu wanted you actin' different
I'm like
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Still doin' shows and after parties
And after the party its back to the party at our crib
Yeah yeah, if you want it
Yeah yeah, baby you can get it
Still doin' shows and after parties
And after the party its back to the party at our crib
If you want it, you can get it
You can come, but'chu can't live here
If I hit it, I want Chris to hit it
To I know you with it bitches
Mad 'cause I partied then danced up with your girl friend
Smoked and bent mainly drunk off Cris'
And I wasn't even feelin' that bitch
She actin' all pissy same time saditty
A little bit silly I can't even get a quickie
Never that, got a area code for every city
Couple young freaks, couple old heads that dig me
Thinkin' they gon' mold me, knowin' they can't control me
Young'n been fuckin' old head ain't shit you showed me
Got a walk like George and I talk like Goldie
Nope you can't hold me from hittin' your homies
I do enough rappin' at work listen to oldies
Yeah yeah, if you want it
Yeah yeah, baby you can get it
Still doin' shows and after parties
And after the party its back to the party at our crib
Yeah yeah, if you want it
Yeah yeah, baby you can get it
Still doin' shows and after parties
And after the party its back to the party at our crib
9.North of Death
作詞：Chad Hamilton, Chris Ries
Uh, young Christ
Our father
I'll ride for my niggas, I'll die for my niggas
Bodies get hard soul touch the sky
Numbers gettin' called
God shut my eyes, why yeah why？
Uh, uh
Is they wit me or against me？
How these pussy gon' convince me to start and don't follow up
And touch my momma kids follow us
My mom proud of us and plus I love the green wit in God we trust
My mom is tough she don't care about them killin' her
And I got beef wit them him, him and her
You muthfukas betta recognize
Everybody got burners the first that draw the opposite the next
to die
That's how it go that ain't just how I flow
I still live it nigga that's how I know
In the hood everyday why you dudes eatin' good everyday
My momma workin' but the bills take our food everyday
Got to mention her daughter though
Since the ten step pops did ten since her water broke
That nigga got like a dub then did a dime came home
Left my moms and did another ten
As I walk through the north of death
They soul's gone but they voices left
They talk to me every chance they get
I got to make it for the chance they missed
Shit we all don't get a chance like this shit
It's hard livin' homie more than music
C and Neef Dog who you got us confused with
True shit we 'bout to do it, Neffy don't lose it
Follow the flow homie like you followed the blueprint
I wake up and ask the Lord to forgive us
Till I die put my balls over bitches
But I can't put my balls over business
'Cause I'd hate to go fly when soon as
I go to trial need my boy as a witness
Shit I'm just another poor with the riches
Tryin' to keep my momma cool give her more while I'm livin'
Rhymin' cool but it ain't what I expected
It's fuck you if you ain't what they expectin'
They love you when you givin' them records
(Got to respect it)
Just a gift I was blessed with
If y'all ain't impressed wit the shit I do I'll give it a rest
shit
(A promotion)
If I get what the rest get how can niggas neglect it？
Niggas respect it the shit is method
Lean 19 givin' niggas broad day
A night seems puttin' niggas on stretchers
My nigga bean whole team got beams
Show you niggas be wetter we got pistols forever
Shit is just gettin' better as I
As I walk through the north of death
They soul's gone but they voices left
They talk to me every chance they get
I got to make it for the chance they missed
Shit we all don't get a chance like this shit
It's hard livin' homie more than music
C and Neef Dog who you got us confused with
True shit we 'bout to do it, Neffy don't lose it
Follow the flow homie like you followed the blueprint
It's funny how bitches used to say, 'He's a loser'
Now people say, 'He's the future'
Now I got to stay in my grove 'cause I'd hate to fuck around and
And fuck around and it be my face on the news
Momma been through enough of the pain
So I'ma move her but I ain't movin' till I got enough for the
gang
Man these dudes better up, up they game
The hood loves us and it ain't nothin' to start from the Muslim
game
Uh, no disrespect I love my niggas to death
'Cause in the rock it ain't about who spit it the best
And plus we way different from rest
You got a show I'm rollin' out, it ain't about who gettin' the
check
I'ma roll until' the wheels fall off, keep rollin' or you will
fall off
You ain't official then we'll clip you
Teflon dyin' extended both？
Back back blockin' pistol poppin' pistol poppin, as I
As I walk through the north of death
They soul's gone but they voices left
They talk to me every chance they get
I got to make it for the chance they missed
Shit we all don't get a chance like this shit
It's hard livin' homie more than music
C and Neef Dog who you got us confused with
True shit we 'bout to do it, Neffy don't lose it
Follow the flow homie like you followed the blueprint
Rest in peace, L. E. Z. uh
Rest in peace, oh Ratty uh
Rest in peace, uh
Rest in peace my nigga doop, uh
Rest in peace Joe
It hard livin' homie more than music uh
Who you got us confused with？
We 'bout to do it
Oh don't lose it
Follow the flow homie like you followed the blueprint
10.Tough Luv
作詞：Dee Erwin, Haneef Muhammad, Chris Ries, Justin Gregory Smith
I swear to hold you down for as long as we both shall live
I never made a move without ya, my homie that's just how it is
Now we need each other more than ever, don't leave me by myself
Young Chris
Check it
Young Neef
Thats right
Together for ever, Neef and C
I give a fuck how y'all feel but that's real to me
Let's do whatever it takes to find our way
To find a way, to find a way
Let's do whatever it takes to find our way
To find a way, to find a way
I would turn green, from me being in trenches
Him, livin' adventurous not worryin' about expenditures
Think back, I never left the premises
24／7 on corner, now let's remember this
After school, you wrote your rhymes while I sat in your crib
One of the first niggaz you let in your crib
Moms treated me like a son since day one
Thinkin' 'bout how she talking 'bout she can't wait til that day
come
The thing about that, I weren't even thinkin' 'bout rap
Til I met you and thank you for that
And now you got us lookin' like Jaz and Jay
T-Mac and Carter Neef, gotta work harder Neef
Shit, we runnin' with S. Carter Neef
Dame and Biggs, get on your game my nig
The whole clique feel the same my nig
So don't think 'cuz I'm ahead of you I changed my nig
Let's do whatever it takes to find our way
To find a way, to find a way
Let's do whatever it takes to find our way
To find a way, to find a way
Let's do whatever it takes to find our way
To find a way, to find a way
Let's do whatever it takes to find our way
To find a way, to find a way
Now we got rich athletes that practice evr'day
Look at Hov, seem him in action everyday
He still at it, sold 5 million, still practicin'
You still with me？ Units is movin', they still yapping homie
And I came into this game on your back and your game ain't
intact
And I'm tryin' to do my thang
All I wanna know is if you tryin' to do the same
I feel like I could do without you, at the same time I can't
'Cuz at the same time it'll hurt
Ain't no shame in our game but our moms'll be hurt
Dreams of being stars, a lotta niggaz Miss. Kim
If you can't do it for us, do it for Miss. Kim
Plus we promised both our mommas that we would
You know if we break that promise, it'll break they little
hearts
Let's get this album out, and try to make it to the charts
Time for us to see the light, we done made it through the dark
homie
Let's do whatever it takes to find our way
To find a way, to find a way
Let's do whatever it takes to find our way
To find a way, to find a way
Let's do whatever it takes to find our way
To find a way, to find a way
Let's do whatever it takes to find our way
To find a way, to find a way
The kid back in the zone, killin' them songs
I'm back to my old self, C I'm 'bout to prove em wrong
'Cuz in the past, a lotta shit been fucked up
Like when you hear Young Chris and don't hear Neef Buck
Young Gunna I got ya
But you hatas gonna make me snap, cock back and red dot ya
Face it, ya basic, you can't tie my laces
Now I got the game mapped, plus I want my spot back
We together forever, these niggaz can't stop that
Do it for who？ I do it for you!
Let's be for real homeboy, they not our crew
And since we talkin' facts, it's really just us two
And I know you feel the same when you're signed
But you couldn't even ride 'cuz I wasn't on my job
Don't never ever think I left your side
Never T-mac and Carter C, man you a part of me
Brother from another, even though my momma loved you like her
own
Let's do this rap shit and just move on
I just thought I was passin' a baton, lettin' you kill them
songs
Now I feel I'm all wrong
God forbid this rap shit'll don't even work out
Still know the Coke route, still get our moms out
And that's a promise we could never break
C you never changed, don't be dogged that was my mistake
But don't worry, we gon get this in a hurry
Young Chris, Young Neef, tough luv til we bury
Let's do whatever it takes to find our way
To find a way, to find a way
Let's do whatever it takes to find our way
To find a way, to find a way
Let's do whatever it takes to find our way
To find a way, to find a way
Let's do whatever it takes to find our way
To find a way, to find a way
Let's do whatever it takes to find our way
To find a way, to find a way
Let's do whatever it takes to find our way
To find a way, to find a way
Let's do whatever it takes to find our way
To find a way, to find a way
Let's do whatever it takes to find our way
To find a way, to find a way
11.Set It Off
作詞：Kaseem Dean, Hanif Muhammad, Chris Ries
Wooo!
Swizzie! Young, Young Gunnaz
Hey! Man I don't know what they talking about man I just know
that
Let's go!
It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off
It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off
See the chick over there, she wanna set it off
See homie over here, he wanna set it off
It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off
It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off, hey!
Yessuh! Y'all know who the next up
Hopping out them thangs wit the fresh cuts, fresh
Watch right, nice bright, fin to do the rest up
This that knock, wit Swizz and the Gunnaz connect up
Big homie president, y'all can hang the rest up
Still on the block, 'cause artists we get the less cut
Bail money to the side, just in case I mess up
Y'all can either ride or roll over if ya left us
Catch up, never that, this team never slack
You rather that, ahead of that don't know a homie better
That can do it how we do it, it's that Roc-A-Fella music
Gotta move 'em, we gon' do it, long as we keep improving
Look it's time to set it off, the drama set it off
I see you when I see you, then I'm a let it off
It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off
It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off
See the chick over there, she wanna set it off
See homie over here, he wanna set it off
It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off
It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off, hey!
Ain't no slang like that east coast slang
Them east coast boys hit the road wit the
Switching lanes, snatch up your dame
Drop 100 cash on the chain
Still bring the pain wit them thangs
And them hollows to the tizzop
Coming to holla through haters blizzock
You goddamn right so have that money right
And we don't mess wit the funny type
Fake ass pimps like Money Mike
We get it cracking, fully loaded the magnum
If you jump up in this wagon then you know what'll happen
And we ain't trying to see the law
The system knocking, enforcers popping
Trying to see a broad
We trying to see them girls when
It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off
It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off
See the chick over there, she wanna set it off
See homie over here, he wanna set it off
It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off
It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off, hey!
Yessuh! It's me, N E double to F up
Young Gunz indeed, double your bets up
We double them tecs up, we silence the violence
You if you messed up, you ain't gon' stress us
Ain't worried bout you weirdos, your heroes, wannabe De Niro's
Till that thing get sinked wit them air holes
We dumb nice, missed the price, hurry set it up
Got this thing on smash, be damned if we letting up
Keep on asking where we going, known to be smarter
Decision been made that we rolling wit Coach Carter
Beat start rocking and rocker keep rocking
If that semi jam up that glock'll keep popping
You should ever have a problem, north is where you'll find 'em
when
It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off
It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off
See the chick over there, she wanna set it off
See homie over here, he wanna set it off
It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off
It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off, hey!
12.Life We Chose
作詞：Burt Bacharach, Hal David, Chad Hamilton, Haneef Muhammad,
Ryan Presson, Chris Ries, R Stafford
Uh feel my pain, chea uh-huh
Uh, Young Gunnas, Chris and Neef
It's real shit
North of Death, home of Philly
Uh, chea uh
Lights is gettin' dimmer
Night's gettin' colder
Lost three of my soldiers
Life feel like it's over
Unloadin' there's somethin' in my way
They'll never take me alive
I got somethin' on the way
I'm a survivor, I'ma try to do straight
Try to make it alive, be around for that due date
But it's hard, niggaz hatin' em hard
That loss hurt to the heart
But still they say, 'It's they fault', we blame y'all
Nigga how, nigga please, it's still on baby
Tell them niggaz, had they still off safety
What about them other fake dudes that he grew up wit？
Elementary middle school up wit
Man them niggaz was there ain't move yet
I'm startin' to think they had somethin' to do wit it
I used to think them niggaz was scared
It's lookin' a little shaky now
Niggaz happy, his little brother's laughin', his mother hates me
now
Though it hurts some days
This is the game we chose to play
Not everything in life is gold but it will be okay
Now the ones, a bullet ain't got no aim
And y'all know bullets ain't got no name
But this is the life we chose and it will never change
Everyday we reminisce about that three day trip
Same night that we left, got a call you hit
Thought you was still wit us, aimed at me that he flipped
Got a call from my peaches, found out where you was hit
Three hit himself who missed him and you just a couple inches
You don't know how much you miss him, bullshittin' in the
kitchen
Ninety percent fist fights leadin' to them slammers
But lil' Drake ain't understand until one of them niggaz vanish
This rap shit is crazy but believe me I'ma try
Whether happened or not homie I got lil' five
And with the real ones I'ma slice my pies
As you would of wanted, man I'm so sick to my stomach
That you ain't around enjoyin' the fruits of our labors
Shit's about to jet major, and these niggaz really hate us
Around for nothin' givin' me teeth and palms
Man I don't pay 'em no mind, just try to focus and rhyme ya know
Though it hurts some days
This is the game we chose to play
Not everything in life is gold but it will be okay
Now the ones, a bullet ain't got no aim
And y'all know bullets ain't got no name
But this is the life we chose and it will never change
I'm peaches, that's where you can reach us
Cook out every other 'til they took a nigga brother
Love ya like a brother so I try to take ya brother
And he be on some other shit, I be tryin' to tell 'em man
I seen how you feel, he had intentions on killin' my big brother
Just to let me see how he felt, tellin' me his life over fuckin'
the cops
They know they after, run before they catch him he got people to
kill
That boy crazy, he got people for real
He gone wind up layin' somewhere peaceful for real
Like he the only one goin' through the pain
Like his mom and our peaches ain't goin' through the same
Cool one minute, then he goin' through a change
I don't need that around, keep the heaters around
Just like the rest of the niggaz that I leave in the town
So I separate myself, I look better wit myself
Though it hurts some days
This is the game we chose to play
Not everything in life is gold but it will be okay
Now the ones, a bullet ain't got no aim
And y'all know bullets ain't got no name
But this is the life we chose and it will never change
Though it hurts some days
This is the game we chose to play
Not everything in life is gold but it will be okay
Now the ones, a bullet ain't got no aim
And y'all know bullets ain't got no name
But this is the life we chose and it will never change
13.Can't Stop Won't Stop (Street)
作詞：Howard Bailey, Darrell Branch, Melvin Glover, Nathaniel
Glover, Joseph Modeliste, Eddie Morris, Hassan Hanif Muhammad,
Dwight Myers, Arthur Lanon Neville, Leo Paul Nocentelli, George
Joseph Jr Porter, Chris Ries, Robert Keith Wiggins, Guy T.
Williams, Marlon Lu'ree Williams
Six figure, Youngunaz, Chris and Neef
(Youngunaz, that's right)
Jeah, this official State P. representers, jeah
Can't stop, won't stop, Rocafella Records
'Cause we, we get down baby, we get down baby
The girls, the girls, they love us
'Cause we stay fresh to death, we the best nothing less
They don't make us so break us when they make-up to break up
(No)
See the Jacob, fix they lil' make up
That's them Youngunaz Chris and Lil' Neefy
Wishin' they was the one what Chris got Lil' Kee Kee
(That's right)
Home base Sham Coo back there
Keep ya mouth shut, we might do that there
Yep, it's only right that the whole block stares
Hop out the Bimp with blue and white airs
When I say move nigga let's go and get left yo
Mami feelin' my begets, so my whole neck glow
Say I'm young but I can sex though
Now could it be I'm the one ladies check fo'
Yes hoe, got grown women my momma age, fuck me all kinda ways
Suck and swallow everything way before them rhyming days
Naw, it ain't 'bout the age, it's all in da stroke
Bitches thought I was a joke 'til they got my jammies, hey
Can't stop, won't stop, Rocafella Records
'Cause we, we get down baby, we get down baby
The girls, the girls, they love us
'Cause we stay fresh to death, we the best nothing less
Can't stop, won't stop, Rocafella Records
'Cause we, we get down baby, we get down baby
The girls, the girls, they love us
'Cause we stay fresh to death, we the best nothing less
Yep, it's only right, we don't feed 'em no cash
We ain't flea 'em and pass soon when we see 'em, we pass 'em
Yep, I know they hate 'cause we seein' that cash
And seein' right pass 'em and I don't wanna access 'em
No, no, don't make me the bad one
Then negotiate when the man wit the badge come
You know the rules when a nigga was yappin'
Ain't no rappin' when we see 'em we clappin'
Plastic bag 'em then we findin a ditch
(Yeah)
Toss the magnum then we findin' his bitch
(Yeah)
Then take a step over the shit we left over
Now I gotta and tell my niggaz what happen
Niggaz better believe, we the youngest in charge
(Yeah)
Ain't takin' a deal man, I run wit a charge
(Yeah)
Chris and Neef, we runnin' this rap shit
State Property poppin' anyone of you bastards
Can't stop, won't stop, Rocafella Records
'Cause we, we get down baby, we get down baby
The girls, the girls, they love us
'Cause we stay fresh to death, we the best nothing less
Can't stop, won't stop, Rocafella Records
'Cause we, we get down baby, we get down baby
The girls, the girls, they love us
'Cause we stay fresh to death, we the best nothing less
They see the Younguna, all the girlie, girlie's
Wanna see the Younguna once they see the Rocawear
(Wear)
Little bit of jewels plus I treat 'em like I care
(Care)
Safe home base I just treat 'em like a spare
(Yeah)
You know I stay wit a beautiful little thing
And after me, it's Neef abusin' that little thing, look
(Together)
You better tuck your girl, if she hot fam'
(Together)
'Cause I'm pretty sure, she a rock fan
Mami do you want us or him
Ain't no 'I' in a team, fuck wit me, fuck wit them
Get the ride for my dogs, that's the game baby girl
Ain't no shame, keep it clean, keep a eye on my dogs
(You know)
Never brag, never blab what you saw
Let them motherfuckers know you just as fast on the draw
(Fo' sho')
Let 'em know you need some cash for the drawls
Keep the shit between us, so they be blast on the saw
Can't stop, won't stop, Rocafella Records
'Cause we, we get down baby, we get down baby
The girls, the girls, they love us
'Cause we stay fresh to death, we the best nothing less
Can't stop, won't stop, Rocafella Records
'Cause we, we get down baby, we get down baby
The girls, the girls, they love us
'Cause we stay fresh to death, we the best nothing less
14.It's The Life
作詞：Chad Wes Hamilton, Hanif Muhammad, Tariq Muhammad, Chris Ries
Chea, ayo
Everybody name brand me I was same pants, same top
Coke and hot dogs out the same pot
Since a buck, I been packing weapons
Only strappin' niggas doin' when they sexin'
Every head is in the crew is yes man
My music and my shootin' perfected
I can't afford to lose I'm destined
To hit that road, collect and try to hop up
Out of the hood niggas, frown they see me pop up
Get locked up and they still with them coppers
Give 'em somethin' from the choppers
I got to flow with the choppers
Giving them gas they need ox call the doctor
Raw and uncut no mask know who shot ya
Try to tell them chill for real but they don't listen though
'Till the 45th come kiss 'em under the mistletoe
And that's the last time I'ma remind y'all
Next time creepin' up with somethin' behind y'all
It's the life, just livin' it right
Shoot first and don't think twice
And homie if the price is right, niggas say get at ya
'Bout who draw the fastest, casket or the ashes
Yo, it's lovely when your squeezin' 'em
Ugly when you're receivin' 'em
And ya peeps going crazy in the receivin' room
A gun like a lung you goin' need more than one
This for every block in the ghetto or where I'm from
I started off 9 or 10 runnin' wit my step pops
Learned how to collect from niggas and set up shizzop
Never buy hard from him I learned to cook rock
Summer time blizzock winter time shizzop
Let the smokers run them in, all they want is 3 for 10
Give up that password before you get the fuck in
Before we get to buckin', leave 'em where they stand at
Respect we demand that, now tell me where them grams at
Stacks rubber band wraps the streets the limmy
Got me a squadder wit a driver a souped up hemi
Be happy you in my presence, I can't give you a penny
'Cause this nigga only tough when that shit's up in any nigga
It's the life, just livin' it right
Shoot first and don't think twice
And homie if the price is right, niggas say get at ya
'Bout who draw the fastest, casket or the ashes
Yeah, ain't nuttin soft about me but niggas they doubt me
So I'm a have to run through they alley
Pick bread off of they balcony
Then toss the gun nigga, I'm outty or nigga I'm rowdy
But common sense plays a bigger part of me
My pookie when it comes to the Uzi it just be callin' me
Mr.Brown not Bob or Foxy or Nino
It's pooda baby the ruger baby will clean the scene though
Excuse me ladies been through it lately but doin' my thing
though
The crib 24 hours nigga the hood casino
You lil niggas soft 'till that banana clip emptyin'
He not there dot on his head like he an Indian
It's training day nigga wake up early
Or we be in your crib burners wake up Shirley
Cabinets and the bed nigga check that thoroughly
I need that cooked up cookie homie end that story
It's the life, just livin' it right
Shoot first and don't think twice
And homie if the price is right, niggas say get at ya
'Bout who draw the fastest, casket or the ashes
It's the life, just livin' it right
Shoot first and don't think twice
And homie if the price is right, niggas say get at ya
'Bout who draw the fastest, casket or the ashes
15.Can't Stop
作詞：Howard Bailey, Darrell Branch, Melvin Glover, Nathaniel
Glover, Joseph Modeliste, Eddie Morris, Hassan Hanif Muhammad,
Dwight Myers, Arthur Lanon Neville, Leo Paul Nocentelli, George
Joseph Jr Porter, Chris Ries, Robert Keith Wiggins, Guy T.
Williams, Marlon Lu'ree Williams
Six figure
Uh, Youngunaz, Chris and Neef
(Youngunaz)
(That's right)
Jeah, uh, this official State P representers
Jeah, woo, woo, ahh
Can't stop, won't stop, Rocafella Records
'Cause we, we get down baby, we get down baby
The girls, the girls, they love us
'Cause we stay fresh to death, we the best nothing less
They don't make us so break us, when they make-up to break up
(No)
See the Jacob, fix they lil' make up
That's them Youngunaz, Chris and Lil' Neefy
Wishin' they was the one what Chris got Lil' Kee Kee
(That's right)
Home base Sham Coo back dere
Keep ya mouth shut, we might do that dere
Yep, it's only right, that the whole block stares
Hop out the Bimp, with blue and white airs
When I say move nigga, let's go and get left yo
Mami feelin' my begets so my whole neck glow
Say I'm young but I can sex though
Now could it be I'm the one ladies check fo'
Yes hoe, got grown women my momma age, fuck me all kinda ways
Suck and swallow everything, way before them rhyming days
Naw it ain't bout the age, it's all in da stroke
Bitches thought I was a joke, 'til they got my jammies, hey
Can't stop, won't stop, Rocafella Records
'Cause we, we get down baby, we get down baby
The girls, the girls, they love us
'Cause we stay fresh to death, we the best nothing less
Can't stop, won't stop, Rocafella Records
'Cause we, we get down baby, we get down
The girls, the girls, they love us
'Cause we stay fresh to death, we the best nothing less
Yep, it's only right we don't feed 'em no cash
We ain't flea 'em and pass soon when we see 'em we pass 'em
Yep, I know they hate 'cause we seein' that cash
And seein' right pass 'em, and I don't wanna access 'em
No, no, don't make me the bad one
Then negotiate, when the man wit the badge come
You know the rules, when a nigga was yappin'
Ain't no rappin', when we see 'em we clappin'
Plastic bag 'em, then we findin' a ditch
(Yeah)
Toss the magnum, then we findin' his bitch
(Yeah)
Then take a step over the shit we left over
Now I gotta and tell, my niggaz what happen
Niggaz better believe, we the youngest in charge
(Yeah)
Ain't takin' a deal man, I run wit a charge
(Yeah)
Chris and Neef, we runnin' this rap shit
State Property poppin' anyone of you bastards
Can't stop, won't stop, Rocafella Records
'Cause we, we get down baby, we get down baby
The girls, the girls, they love us
'Cause we stay fresh to death, we the best nothing less
Can't stop, won't stop, Rocafella Records
'Cause we, we get down baby, we get down
The girls, the girls, they love us
'Cause we stay fresh to death, we the best nothing less
They see the Younguna, all the girlie, girlies
Wanna see the Younguna once they see the Rocawear
(Wear)
Little bit of jewels plus I treat 'em like I care
(Care)
Safe home base I just treat 'em like a spare
(Yeah)
You know I stay wit a beautiful little thing
And after me, it's Neef abusin' that little thing, look
You better tuck your girl, if she hot fam'
'Cause I'm pretty sure, she a rock fan
Mami do you want, us or him
Ain't no 'I' in a team, fuck wit me, fuck wit them
Get the ride for my dogs, that's the game baby girl
Ain't no shame keep it clean, keep a eye on my dogs
(You know)
Never brag, never blab what you saw
Let them motherfuckers know you just as fast on the draw
(Fo' show)
Let 'em know you need some cash for the drawls
Keep the shit between us, so they be blast on the saw
Can't stop, won't stop, Rocafella Records
'Cause we, we get down baby, we get down baby
The girls, the girls, they love us
'Cause we stay fresh to death, we the best nothing less
Can't stop, won't stop, Rocafella Records
'Cause we, we get down baby, we get down
The girls, the girls, they love us
'Cause we stay fresh to death, we the best nothing less
16.Can't Stop Won't Stop (Remix)
作詞：Howard Bailey, Darrell Branch, Melvin Glover, Nathaniel
Glover, Joseph Modeliste, Eddie Morris, Hassan Hanif Muhammad,
Dwight Myers, Arthur Lanon Neville, Leo Paul Nocentelli, George
Joseph Jr Porter, Chris Ries, Robert Keith Wiggins, Guy T.
Williams, Marlon Lu'ree Williams
Yo C, they thought we wasn't gonna come
With something for the club, check it out
Can't stop, won't stop, Rocafella Records
'Cause we, we get down baby, we get down baby
The girls, the girls, they love us
'Cause we stay fresh to death, we the best nothing less
They don't make us so break us when they make up to break up
(No)
See the Jacob, fix they lil' make up
That's them Young Gunaz Chris and Lil Neefy
Wishin' they was the one what Chris got Lil Kee Kee
(That's right)
Home base Sham Coo back there
Keep ya mouth shut, we might do that dere
Yep it's only right, that the whole block stares
Hop out the Bimp with blue and white airs
When I say move nigga let's go and get left yo
Mami feelin' my baguettes so my whole neck glow
Say I'm young but I can sex though
Now could it be I'm the one ladies check fo'？
Yes hoe, got grown women my momma age, fuck me all kinda ways
Suck and swallow everything, way before them rhyming days
Naw it ain't 'bout the age, it's all in da stroke
Bitches thought I was a joke, 'til they got my jammies, hey
Can't stop, won't stop, Rocafella Records
'Cause we, we get down baby, we get down baby
The girls, the girls, they love us
'Cause we stay fresh to death, we the best nothing less
Hold up, stop wait, reverse the tape
Can't stop, won't stop, Rocafella Records
'Cause we, we get down baby, we get down baby
The girls, the girls, they love us
'Cause we stay fresh to death, we the best nothing less
Chris, we ballin' in the drop top, open sky
Somethin' foreign, soarin' 145
To God is callin' for my body let my spirit fly
I want it all uh, no lie
Picture me ballin' poppin' somethin' important
Pedal floorin' clutch poppin'
Boppin' to Lauren, now picture me
Yep it's only right we don't feed 'em no cash
We ain't flea 'em and pass soon when we see 'em we pass 'em
Yep, I know they hate 'cause we seein' that cash
And seein' right pass 'em and I don't wanna access 'em
No, no, don't make me the bad one
Then negotiate, when the man wit the badge come
You know the rules, when a nigga was yappin'
Ain't no rappin', when we see 'em we clap 'em
Plastic bag 'em, then we findin' a ditch
(Yeah)
Toss the magnum, then we findin' his bitch
(Yeah)
Then take a step over the shit we left over
Now I gotta and tell, my niggaz what happen
Niggaz better believe, we the youngest in charge
(Yeah)
Ain't takin' a deal man, I run wit a charge
(Yeah)
Chris and Neef, we runnin' this rap shit
State Property poppin' anyone of you bastards
Can't stop, won't stop, Rocafella Records
'Cause we, we get down baby, we get down baby
The girls, the girls, they love us
'Cause we stay fresh to death, we the best nothing less
Can't stop, won't stop, Rocafella Records
'Cause we, we get down baby, we get down baby
The girls, the girls, they love us
'Cause we stay fresh to death, we the best nothing less
They see the Young Gunna, all the girlie, girlies
Wanna see the Young Gunna once they see the Rocawear
(Wear)
Little bit of jewels plus I treat 'em like I care
(Care)
Safe home base I just treat 'em like a spare
(Yeah)
You know I stay wit a beautiful little thing
And after me, it's Neef abusin' that little thing, look
(Together)
You better tuck your girl, if she hot fam'
(Together)
'Cause I'm pretty sure, she a rock fan
Mami do you want, us or him
Ain't no 'I' in a team, fuck wit me, fuck wit them
Get the ride for my dogs, that's the game baby girl
Ain't no shame keep it clean, keep a eye on my dogs
(You know)
Never brag, never blab what you saw
Let them motherfuckers know you just as fast on the draw
(Fo' sho')
Let 'em know you need some cash for the drawls
Keep the shit between us, so they be blast on the saw
Can't stop, won't stop, Rocafella Records
'Cause we, we get down baby, we get down baby
The girls, the girls, they love us
'Cause we stay fresh to death, we the best nothing less
Can't stop, won't stop, Rocafella Records
'Cause we, we get down baby, we get down baby
The girls, the girls, they love us
'Cause we stay fresh to death, we the best nothing less
17.That's Right
作詞：Lewis Al Rad H, Writer Unknown
It's about time, niggaz, oolah
Motherfuckers, I'm from a town where it ain't nothin' nice
Where niggaz they hear that price and be at you the same night
Tryna kill you, got a knife, fuck a fight, snatch your life
I got thirty in my wind pipe and motherfuck I can fight
They say we different but I say we just alike
Each other's crutches and these niggaz be our luggage
Heavy as shit, unwillin' to spit
No, I like them, baby, rub them on a crib and extend him on a
glib
Probably knowing it's a fifth
'Cause I bought a lot of hollow tips, this if you make a spliff
And we ain't on the same tip, shit, I got to bang at you niggaz
For the love of the figures, hell, yeah, we kill each other
And kidnap them baby mothers and do dirt to ones that love us
Yeah, ones like no other, sort of like your brother
And I got my niggaz covered, long as I'm alive, they alive
Promise I'm gon' ride, never play both sides
Buck you keep back now, I bet you get clapped, clown
And you gon' come back 'round, once you hear how that Mac sound
I'm not bitchin' you back down, you know how to act now
On your life, niggaz, I put a price, that's right
Buck you keep back now, I bet you get clapped, clown
And you gon' come back 'round, once you hear how that Mac sound
I'm not bitchin' you back down, you know how to act now
On your life, niggaz, I put a price, that's right
That's where we lived at, war bring it where your kids at
We throw enemies where ever you get at, nigga, you get back
Or get your motherfuckin' head cracked
Pat, pat, that's where we lived at
At least a hundred thousand just to get your kids back
Unsolved about that kidnap, all about that riff raff
When you wasn't with that
40 Cal's we so loud, play the crowd, you niggaz get back
In a cloud where you lay 'cause all that chit chat
I got a fifth man take it, you a shit bag
Frontin' on them ends, niggaz, put you in the pens
Staples all crazy, you fuckers can't play me
Multiple stab wounds, caught him slippin' shit and had goons
Up in the bath room, now the Lord will see him soon
We get it all late at midnight or early afternoon
Whenever, wherever, where that motherfuckin' chedder？ Yup
Buck you keep back now, I bet you get clapped, clown
And you gon' come back 'round, once you hear how that Mac sound
I'm not bitchin' you back down, you know how to act now
On your life, niggaz, I put a price, that's right
Buck you keep back now, I bet you get clapped, clown
And you gon' come back 'round, once you hear how that Mac sound
I'm not bitchin' you back down, you know how to act now
On your life, niggaz, I put a price, that's right
Nope, definitely niggaz won't get the recipe
The flow stupid, there's much more then music
What you tryna get at, homie, ya, I been through it
So don't be talkin' foolish 'cause your life you will lose it
Soon as I pull it, start to thinkin' movement
And bullets start comin' out the top
And motherfuckers start yellin' down the block
Screamin' out, 'somebody got shot' and he left the shit a mess
Ambulance gets what's left
I'm a beast with the Tec, I won't let you get a breath
If you reach then you wet from your feet to your neck
If you come around the set, you won't make it out to tell it
Pledge burnin' from the pellets, in your clothes you can smell
it
No witnesses to tell it, you fuckin' with a two time felon
And feelin' to put two to your melon
And open you up, yeah, you pussies starvin' and butt
Don't want none of Buck, put your renters up, I don't give a
fuck
Buck you keep back now, I bet you get clapped, clown
And you gon' come back 'round, once you hear how that Mac sound
I'm not bitchin' you back down, you know how to act now
On your life, niggaz, I put a price, that's right
Buck you keep back now, I bet you get clapped, clown
And you gon' come back 'round, once you hear how that Mac sound
I'm not bitchin' you back down, you know how to act now
On your life, niggaz, I put a price, that's right
18.Problemz
作詞：Hanif Kailli Muhammad, Lamont Porter, Christopher Ries
Let's do it, oh oh, Ramsy, Nasty
Young
We here to make sure these niggaz take heat and remember
That we 'bout it, 'bout it business, like P in the limit
Got some 'bout it, 'bout it bitches that fein for the nigga
Used to flee me for the niggaz now see all up in it
Hit it when I want to no matter how you treat 'em
How much you flee 'em you can get it when you want to
You don't have to eat 'em, just dick 'em down right
Never speak on another playa she don't like
Get a flagour for that, fuck you hatin' for
Dude just playin' his part, she datin' boy
Down at the club she just had to go
Young Gunnas from State P had a show
You show see them people shakin' and shakin'
And movin' and groovin' but Gunna was coolin'
Long as I had my tullin', the girlies was choosin
Everybody else actin' foolish
Over there actin' stupid
Come over here and we shootin'
If you at the bar buying drinks holla
Oh oh
V.I.P full of sticky-stick say
Oh oh
If you ready creep wit his wife holla
Oh oh, like-like, let's do it
If its 23's on the wheel's holla
Oh oh
Young Gunnaz bangin' through the speaker say
Oh oh
If you cheatin' on your man tonight holla
Oh oh, like-like, let's do it
Don't tell 'em nothing
These niggaz ain't 'bout nothin'
They look here with them fake stares
We gone get the cuttin'
You know they frontin girlies up in the place
Plus they probably mad bitches up in out face
4-5th on the hip and them Buddhas a 8
These niggaz wanna trip
Then we give these niggaz a taste
Don't shoot at cars
And won't shoot from far
We chase 'em and lase 'em
For all the shit they talking plus hatin', fuck waitin'
We send a motherfuckers to Satan
Been takin' niggaz girlies for ages
She throwin' it from the back
I'm grindin' all on her hips
She talkin' that freak shit
How 'bout she a freak bitch, maybe a chewie quick
Never got to sleep 'cause you know them, chicks
Soon's you go to sleep they all up in your grip
Catch 'em in the act and they still deny it
Might 'cause a riot
I been cut the bitch off, she still on my dick
If you at the bar buying drinks holla
Oh oh
V.I.P full of sticky stick say
Oh oh
If you ready creep wit his wife holla
Oh oh, like-like, let's do it
If its 23's on the wheel's holla
Oh oh
Young Gunnaz bangin' through the speaker say
Oh oh
If you cheatin' on your man tonight holla
Oh oh, like-like, let's do it
Its Mack daddy Young Scrappy
Nah, I ain't rappin' Young ins get back at 'em
All the action through the traffic on our way to perform
If you knew like I knew, you would try to keep 'em home
Soon as we give 'em the song
You hit it before the mornin'
We don't love 'em, we just smut 'em
We hit it and then they gone
Plus she was all up in my business
Askin' 'bout my cases
Knew what I was charged with
And wanna know what I'm facin'
Heard I keep it on me daily wherever I go
Beat the case
Homes still fight Muhando
Yup, hey
Hey, whatz up？
Gunnaz, hey
Hey, hey, hey
19.Look in Your Eyes
作詞：Melvin Carter, Cameron Giles, Hanif Kailli Muhammad,
Christopher Ries
It's just the look in your eyes
It's just the look in your eyes
It's just the look in your eyes
It's just the look in your eyes
It's just the look in your eyes
And let you know I got potential
Don't know me from the can of paint, you know what I meant to
You know when you see Gunna, you see hunger
I've been signed for the last three summers, and still broke,
bitch
But I stay with two chicks, I can nail
Either fifth, stay with two clips like Pharrell
Capture money, though, ever since a kid, I can sell
When the house was Run's house, I was a kid rockin' shells
It's just the look in your eyes
To let you know I'm on what I say I am
Ask them niggaz dog, I don't play with them
Tax them niggaz dog, they be payin' me or I be layin' them
'Cause in the game, dog, fuck a flagrant foul
And motherfucker say that I run wild
I give a fuck, in this whatever, I ain't blaze in a while
So bring it on niggaz, on niggaz, tell me what it's gonna be
They said it was something, they ain't know what I was gonna be
It's just the look in your eyes
It's just the look in your eyes
It's just the look in your eyes
It's just the look in your eyes
He act like a ho, I'm airin' him, give hoes cicerrians
Uh-oh, they daring him, lo-lows, I'm starin' him
Po-po's, in fear of him, those O's preparin' 'em
My jewelry look like a straight up frozen aquarium
Frozen aquarius, Outkast Aquemini
Leave with a gemini, Kelina's the only friend of mine
Well, I'm lyin' the steamer's a good friend of mine
He knew in every arena, nina's are genuine
Bitches like Ginuwine, I had intent to grind
Feds whose watching, switch it up from ten to nine
Switch, I ain't pickin' locks, I got a bigger poc
Ock, number hoes sold right inside the chicken spot
Stolen cables, still got the chip in box
Still got the clip in glocks, feel like we chicken pox
When I pop up on you, leave your chicken rocked
Five extra clips, you really picked your box
It's just the look in your eyes
It's just the look in your eyes
It's just the look in your eyes
It's just the look in your eyes
It's just the look in your eyes
To let you know I'm cuttin' off friends in order
To fuck mine, you gotta suck me off first
And I'm suppose to kill 'em, when y'all got y'all dirt dirt
Somebody better get 'em, 'fore somebody come and kill 'em
For that skrilla fool, 'til somebody die and come and feel them
jewels
Up with hollows, send them to the spittle tubes
Up they nostrils, put 'em up in critical
That's if we ain't finish you, better not remember who
Did this to, witness in two, gotta go, shotty blow, business is
due
Got a plan on, gettin' this money, moving my crew
All real niggaz is snakes, I see through
All throughbreds to fake, I read through
They lines, between they eyes and they belt
It's the spray that they fell
Them niggaz foul, what you think this is？
Big conciousness on your nonsense, since nine nine
It's just the look in your eyes
It's just the look in your eyes
It's just the look in your eyes
It's just the look in your eyes
20.Don't Keep Me Waiting (Come Back Soon)
Young Gunz Feat. 112
Fellas, grab your shoes
Cars and cruise
Ladies, grab a hand
Step in 2's
C. West, Gunnaz
Know 112 is rockin' this
Everybody groovin'
They catch 'n' feel us
Enter the buildin'
See everybody choosin'
I'm looking for somebody
With a body that move it
Think for them women
But my hobby is my music
Still I'm the coolest
Wrist-wear stupid
Glue it, you know you had it good
When you lose it
Don't miss your train, gotta brain
Betta use it
But don't abuse it
Only if you knew it
You could stay up in news
Take you out the buck
N let you coupe it
Late fight
We fuck until some cupid
No whinin' and dinin'
I hit it from behind and
S.Carter the diamond
I gotta part time it
Baby father home wit the kids
Couldn't time it
She laid back blusha
Rushin' for me to climb in
And this about the only time we get
So right after I hit
Before Ch-ris split
I said don't keep me waiting to long
Come back soon
You need love
I need love too
It was a college drop out
'Til a year out in Cali
House of blues
Right out the blue
Already had it in my mind
I'm rollin' out wit you
I'm tellin' C
She the one
I'm pickin out the crew
Yeah, nice lil' breezy
We busted up balcony
Watchin Kanyeezy
They gotta nigga wheezy
Yeah, tell the bartender
Bring another round
It's cool
We can go through our act
We outta town
I'm kinda feelin'
That she feelin' it too
I'm tryna hit it
Tryna figure
What she willin' to do
Yeah, I mow back a W
Room 112
I love the way she smell
She say it Varcenel
We kiss, get a tell
Spark up the L
That cranberry juice
Wit that good armedel
And we can get into some lil activities
And if it's good
You can come back and visit me
I said don't keep me waiting to long
Come back soon
You need love
I need love too
Fellas, grab your shoes
Cars and cruise
Ladies, grab a hand
Step in 2's
Ladies, grab your L's
Call up all of your girls
Fellas, grab your wills
C and Neef, 112, come on
Now this goes out to all the girls
Around the world
Massages, menages
Them back stage twirls
Them bosses, them flosses
Them Diamonds and the pearls
Them sweats and the track nights
Them pros and them hills
You gotta use what you got, girl
To get what you want
Instead of givin' up that ass
Daddy smokin' the blunt
Come on and roll wit a playa
Get away from them chumps
You do both
We hit more than once and don't front
I said don't keep me waiting to long
Come back soon
You need love
I need love too
21.Never Take Me Alive
Young Gunz Feat. Jay-Z
Ya know what we doin' here
Young, H O V
From the number one, R O C
We got another one
Yo, it's a big payback, revenge at the tip of my lips
Grip on my fifth and brought my big K back
Y'all don't understand some of the pain I go through
Half of y'all can't even dig it, y'all can't even picture
A motherfucker killin' someone you close to
And they say it's over someone you close to
And they family approach you
And you dealin' wit' his family emotions
And these motherfuckers say
You ain't focused at the same time
But they wasn't on the same vibe, I remain calm
This aim mine when it's game time
Though you gone dog you spirit still wit' us
For the clueless we just clearin' the picture
And we airin' them niggaz
Ridin' hard 'til we bury them wit'cha
Show you how much we care for you niggaz
And I'm ready to pop my crew to 'for they let me get popped
Rest in piece A L, O reddy, and hop
(They'll never take me alive)
It's Young Neef, Y G
From the number one, R O C
We got another one
(They'll never take me alive)
It's Young Neef, Y G
From the motherfuckin', R O C
We got another one
(They'll never take me alive)
The commission was our vision
We ain't it, see it come to fruition
We ran outta time dam
You think I'm just a fan you out your mind
That was my motherfuckin' man and my partner in crime
Big you had the Mafia, me, I got the property
Got a lot of these fake families out here copyin'
But nigga trust I'ma flush all this bullshit
All this fake Tupac and fake Suge shit
We ain't the first to make hood shit
We ain't invent the wheel but we made the Goodrich tire
And now we hood rich
And I rhyme like my momma still in the hood shit
But my momma got V12 under the hood
She got C L on back of the 6
Now my only job is to help little Chris
Get his momma out this bitch, avoid the drama out this bitch
(They'll never take me alive)
Young, H O V
From the number one, R O C
We got another one
(They'll never take me alive)
Young, H O V
From the number one, R O C
I got another one
Just lost another one, we'll always love you dog
Just like my mother son, my second brother dog
They say we go to hell when he die we ain't lose 'em
But Hov say, 'Throw it up' so we gotta keep it movin'
So me I maintain but it's stress on my brain
But your death ain't in vain
Lost my breath when it came and, uh
They say we joyce in death but the pain
Best believe my first boy gon' be blessed wit' your name
All that's left is your face on the picture
On my dresser in the frame and it just ain't the same I'm like
Dam man, how my another homey missin'
Not to mention big homey stressin'
Where do I go for advice, man, it's shows every week
But its bodies every night
Men is cold on these streets and, uh
Niggaz know the police and the drama it's still there
And my momma she still there
(They'll never take me alive)
It's Young Chris, Y G
From the number one, R O C
We got another one
(They'll never take me alive)
It's Young Chris, Y G
From the motherfuckin', R O C
We got another one
(They'll never take me alive)
Now it's no turnin' back, it's like a gat
Once you pull it dog you never put it back 'til you clap
Tell the hood I'm back this ain't rap
This is shit I'm just tellin' you on a track, I relax
Niggaz fell into the trap, you like a puppet wit' no strings
We hella good at that, in fact
Exactly where you at is where we wanted you for months
So we could come thru wit' Mack and hrat
This is war my niggaz
Y'all niggaz is drawn like cartoon figures, it's a fact
We pour out a little liquor 'cuz we lost a couple niggaz
But we 'bout to get y'all back, we sat
We plotted y'all demise
Got a box wit yo' size and your name attached
How you lu'dat, it's only right
B I in L.A., God bless your life
(They'll never take me alive)
Young, H O V
From the number one, R O C
I got another one
(They'll never take me alive)
Young, H O V
From the motherfuckin', R O C
We got another one
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