*featuring Beanie Sigel
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[Young Chris talking]
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Where that pian sat at (uh)
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Young Gannas (chea) What up niggas;
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Niggas got till January to get they shit together;
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You hear that niggas January (chea)
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Chad West
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[Verse One: Young Chris]
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Yo; Ayo Momma workin hard Big brother on the run lil sista cuttin up man shit just outta luck baby girl born brighten up my
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life alot block still poppin old lady still drawn hataz still plottin (plottin) tryna take my life away it'n matter nigt or
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day C reactin right away; bring it on when the temerature rise; my intention to ride ain't no intent but he die; niggas
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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;
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I'll have you niggas-Bitchin' gettin' stitches then get ditches pourin liqour out; thats what Chris about Tryna figure out
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the beat down on the outside or bleed in till you piss it out; Block all them chickens out; Fuck all them niggas route;
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Ciani here plus my momma need a bigger house
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[Chorus]
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This just the town we live in; North Phil my nigga, South Philly with mittens, look how chilly the rist is; poppin wheelys
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with bitches; Poppin wheelys at snitches
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You got three ways to die; Fire Roof or the River; you gone bleed if you try man they shootin suspicious; and got oozies
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and shit forty-fours and infus; Plans to get ya, leave a nigga they ain't remember, long as he ain't remember then watch his
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mouth for temper
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[Verse Two: Beanie Siegel]
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Bitch niggas actin' tough but you know what thats about prayin that I hit em up; hopin niggas settle out, But why flirt
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with death; it ain't worth the check Get ya coffin nailed shut, placed in the dirt to rest; Picture linen' up tears again
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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
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in the air; I can smell it commin, fully prepared to meet the fuckin' man in the trench coat, I ain't hiding, but tryna duck
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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,
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until I see the light, shootin everything in sight, worn every other day bodies every other night (thats right) Death is the
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only thing for sure in life (thats right) Young Gunz get em real nice
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[Chorus]
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[Verse Three: Neef Buck]
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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
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hoodies and gloves
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mookies and dubs yeah nigga I'll put it dead in yo mug; Other fuckas beneath me, mutha-fuckas is sneaky worryin about where
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Neef be get you wacked out easy, Yeah this family greasy, Believe me, how the fuck they ain't peep me; Tables turned now the
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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
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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
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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
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the game i'm far from a lame
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[Chorus]
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[Verse Three: Young Chris]
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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
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i'm gone budget that lil sister graduted elementary big brother life in the judges lap; Even my momma pack stuck in this war
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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
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pants to, but this shit scramble, shit I em sellin but niggas tattle tellin when they rushed in that van dude so I had to
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smartin up, you know chalk em up, bye bye mutha-fuckin drive by we walkin up put your little lawkers up and your lil snub
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nigga 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
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charge it up nigga stop ya arguin
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[Chorus]
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Roc U
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