Young Gunz

<br>Uh...umm-umm<br>Yeah<br>Breath on this one right here...ri-right here<br>Breath on it<br> <br>Verse 1: [Choclair]<br>Now you can either try to join us or run from us, <br>but don`t dispute it<br>Choclair gon` leave your brain scarred<br>The situation`s hard<br>These niggas who be hating and dissing, <br>but now I`m paid, now they looking for jobs<br>I don`t give a fuck of what you saw back in 9-5<br>All things that I say, despite your long eyes<br>Were all wise, leave you in awe like God rise<br>All words that I say, All get! All kinds!<br>And break all spines, and why wouldn`t<br>Cause when these peoples ask who diss, I be like "I did it"<br>So many niggas be dissing us niggas<br>But when these niggas confront `em, <br>up in their face that they be afraid to admit it<br>I slap `em in the face and make, every rhyme spitted<br>You heard this kid, roll with me, glide with me<br>Take my hand, come slide with me<br>Do you think you roll with Chocs and Bleek <br>(What the fuck y`all thinking)<br>So don`t be bringing your shit round here<br>My advice to you is get your ass back<br>Before it get slapped, turned out, and pushed back<br>Choclair put the T-dot-O up on the map, bi-otch<br> <br>Chorus:<br>[M. Bleek]- Do you ever wanna see a nigga ball at the top<br> Wanna see a nigga fall, get it on with the cops<br> I ain`t changed, I still keep raw on the block<br> Nigga hate me, I ain`t never gon` stop<br>[Choclair]- They don`t ever wanna see a nigga ball at the top<br> Wanna see a nigga fall, get it on with the cops<br> I ain`t changed, I still keep raw on the block<br> Nigga hate me, I ain`t never gon` stop<br> <br><br>Verse 2: [Memphis Bleek]<br>Yo, you see the Memph man laid up, paid up<br>Instead you wanna see a nigga sprayed up<br>Only use the waste up<br>And I still bust off nuts, with a numb dick straight up<br>Fuck y`all nigga wanna do, Huh duke<br>I know thug niggas creep with a gun duke<br>Me too, except, I got one in the hand for the jump off<br>Niggas still ain`t learned the ledge, nigga jump off<br>It`s real here, playa, you know what the deal here<br>Niggas in wheelchairs won`t sit still here<br>Battery pack cats, get their cavity cracked black<br>In fact, I still ain`t stop pointing the mack<br>At y`all niggas who hate me, don`t mistake me<br>Nigga, the money ain`t create Bleek<br>When I sold trays, in hallways, and had braids<br>Rob niggas, stomp niggas, for my P-Js<br> <br>Chorus:<br> <br>Verse 3: [Choclair]<br>Standing 6-foot-1, dark skin, smooth brother<br>Knee deep, up in your women, circle, <br>be my brothers underground in the gutters<br>Submerged under the nonsense<br>Those happy childs fronting with that coke-and-smile walk<br>Really big dick style, could stick your girl, make her smile<br>Listen in, niggas say they gonna fuck me up now<br>Need to understand paranormal land expands<br>People catching cock stand, when I touch mic stands<br>Even woolen hand strands, best believe I got lyrics up the sleeve<br>Little brother from the Bridgemont-C<br>People looking for a gig, your star`s fading<br>I say step to the side when young guns blazing<br> <br>Chorus: [Repeat 2 times]