Roc U

[Young Chris]<br>Where the pain set at?<br>YOUNG GUNNAS (yeah, ok)<br>Roc niggaz<br>Niggaz got `til January to get their shit together<br>Yeah that nigga`s January<br>What, ok, what, ok<br>Chad West<br>Uh, yo<br><br>[Verse 1]<br><br>[Young Chris]<br>Hey yo mama workin` hard<br>Big brother on the run<br>Little sister cuttin` up, man<br>Shit, just outta luck, man<br>Baby girl born<br>She done brightened up my life a lot<br>Block still poppin`<br>Old ladies still drawin` (drawin`)<br>Haters still plottin`<br>Tryin` to take my life away<br>Don`t matter, night or day<br>C reactin` right away<br>Bring it on when the temperature rise<br>My intention`s to ride<br>Ain`t no intent, but he die<br>Niggaz bleed like us<br>Forty, clip on my hip shorty<br>Go get your clique<br>I`m ready to squeeze like "What the..."<br>Yeah this comin` out of Chris`s mouth (Chris`s mouth)<br>How you niggaz bitchin`, gettin` stitches<br>Then get bitches, pourin` liquor out<br>That`s what Chris about<br>Tryin` to figure out the beat<br>Down on the outside, bleed in `til you piss it out<br>Block all them chickens out<br>Fuck all them niggaz routes<br>See I need air, plus my mama need a bigger house<br><br>[Chorus]<br>[Young Chris]<br>It`s just the town we live in<br>North Phil my nigga<br>South Philly with mittens<br>Look how chilly the wrist is<br>Poppin` willies with bitches<br>Poppin` willies at snitches<br>He got three ways to die<br>From the roof or the river<br>He gon` bleed if he try<br>Man they shootin, it`s vicious<br>They got lugies and fifths<br>44s and infras, brads that get ya<br>Leave a nigga dead, remember<br>Hawk his hand, remember<br>To watch his mouth or temper<br><br>[Verse 2]<br><br>[Beanie Sigel]<br>Bitch niggaz actin` tough, but you know what that`s about<br>Prayin` that I hit `em up, hopin` they can settle out<br>But why flirt with death?<br>It ain`t worth the check<br>Get your coffin nailed shut<br>Placed in the dirt to rest<br>Get you linin` up, tears again<br>Mama in tears again<br>I guess death is the number one fear, man<br>But I ain`t scared<br>I can tell it`s comin, I can feel it in the air<br>I can smell it<br>Comin` fully prepared<br>To meet the fuckin` man in a trenchcoat<br>I ain`t high, but trying to duck you long as I can though<br>They say I`m flirting with the devil, talking blasphemy<br>Cursing out the reaper, `til the gate keep attached to me<br>That`s why I see the light<br>Shootin` every thing in sight<br>Warning every other day<br>Bodies every other night (that`s right)<br>Death is the only thing for sure in life<br>That`s right<br>Young Gunnas killin` ya tonight<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Verse 3]<br><br>[Neef]<br>Yo, show me where to get a gun<br>Better know where I`m from<br>Load `em up with dum-dums<br>Leave a nigga one lung (ooh)<br>Masking tape, hoodies, and gloves<br>Boogies and snubs<br>Yeah I put a dent in your mug<br>Older brother beneath me<br>Mother fuckers is sneaky<br>Worryin` about where Neef be<br>Get you act out easy (easy)<br>Yeah this family greezy<br>Believe me, how the fuck they impede me?<br>Tables turned, now the family needs me<br>Yeah, I want my shit<br>Ain`t shit you can teach me<br>I`m young but not dumb<br>You ain`t from where I`m from<br>You don`t feel how I feel<br>You ain`t real how I`m real<br>I ain`t signed to that deal<br>But for real, you should chill<br>And let me do me dog<br>Listen for once in life<br>And we can stop playin` see-saw<br>Until then I make it rain, niggaz feel my pain<br>Until I`m out the game<br>Of four quarter lanes<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Verse 4]<br><br>[Young Chris]<br>Lord of the streets, I do it so my daughter can eat<br>Mom`s working three on her own<br>Bringin` four in a week<br>Now tell me how I`m gonna budget that<br>Little sister graduated elementary<br>Big brother`s life in the judge`s lap<br>Even my mother packed, stuck in this war zone<br>I`ve been a bad boy, puffin` before Combs<br>Fo sure, homies strapped like bamboo<br>There`s nothing we can`t do<br>It`s tucked in my pants too<br>You bustas will scramble<br>Shoulda had `em sellin` but<br>Niggaz tattletale `em when they rush in that van, dude<br>So I had to smarten up<br>You know, chalk `em up<br>Bye-bye mother fucker, drive-by, we walkin` up<br>Put your little lockers up, hang your little snub, nigga<br>You a little thug, give you slugs `til he cough it up<br>Them niggaz soft as butt<br>Even your balls is soft<br>I`m about to charge `em up<br>Niggaz stop, your offer`s up<br><br>[Chorus]