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YOUNG GUNZ : Roc U lyrics

A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #

YOUNG GUNZ lyrics : "Roc U"

(feat. Beanie Sigel)

[Young Chris talking]

Where that pian sat at (uh)
Young Gannas (chea) What up ^!$$%s;
^!$$%s got till January to get they %#@! together;

You hear that ^!$$%s January (chea)
Chad West

[Verse One: Young Chris]
Yo; Ayo Momma workin hard Big brother on the run lil sista cuttin up man %#@! 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; ^!$$%s
speed like us 40 clip on my hip shorty go get ya clique ready to squeeze like what; Yeah its commin out of Chris' mouth;
I'll have you ^!$$%s-(*##$in' gettin' stitches then get ditches pourin liqour out; thats what Chris about Tryna figure out

the beat down on the outside or bleed in till you piss it out; Block all them chickens out; $#&@ all them ^!$$%s route;
Ciani here plus my momma need a bigger house

This just the town we live in; North Phil my ^!$$%, South Philly with mittens, look how chilly the rist is; poppin wheelys
with (*##$es; Poppin wheelys at snitches

You got three ways to die; Fire Roof or the River; you gone bleed if you try man they shootin suspicious; and got oozies
and %#@! forty-fours and infus; Plans to get ya, leave a ^!$$% they ain't remember, long as he ain't remember then watch his
mouth for temper

[Verse Two: Beanie Siegel]

(*##$ ^!$$%s actin' tough but you know what thats about prayin that I hit em up; hopin ^!$$%s 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 $#&@in' man in the trench coat, I ain't hiding, but tryna duck
him long as I can though; They say i'm flirting with the devil talkin blast with me cursin out the reet between the gate,
until I see the light, shootin everything in sight, worn every other day bodies every other night (thats right) Death is the

only thing for sure in life (thats right) Young Gunz get em real nice


[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 ^!$$% one lung; maskin tape
hoodies and gloves
mookies and dubs yeah ^!$$% I'll put it dead in yo mug; Other $#&@as beneath me, mutha-$#&@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 %#@!; ain'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 ^!$$%s feel my pain, until i'm out
the game i'm far from a lame


[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 %#@! scramble, %#@! I em sellin but ^!$$%s tattle tellin when they rushed in that van dude so I had to
smartin up, you know chalk em up, bye bye mutha-$#&@in drive by we walkin up put your little lawkers up and your lil snub

^!$$% you a lil thug give em lil snugs till he cough it up; them ^!$$%s soft as butt even ya bosses suck, i'm about to
charge it up ^!$$% stop ya arguin


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