Young Gunz lyrics

Artist  : Choclair 
Song : Young Gunz



 Send "Young Gunz" Ringtone to your Cell 

 Uh...umm-umm

Yeah

Breath on this one right
here...ri-right here

Breath on it

 


Verse 1: [Choclair]

Now you can either
try to join us or run from us, 

but don't
dispute it

Choclair gon' leave your brain
scarred

The situation's hard

These niggas
who be hating and dissing, 

but now I'm paid,
now they looking for jobs

I don't give a fuck
of what you saw back in 9-5

All things that I
say, despite your long eyes

Were all wise,
leave you in awe like God rise

All words that
I say, All get! All kinds!

And break all
spines, and why wouldn't

Cause when these
peoples ask who diss, I be like "I did it"

So
many niggas be dissing us niggas

But when
these niggas confront 'em, 

up in their face
that they be afraid to admit it

I slap 'em in
the face and make, every rhyme spitted

You
heard this kid, roll with me, glide with
me

Take my hand, come slide with me

Do
you think you roll with Chocs and Bleek


(What the fuck y'all thinking)

So don't
be bringing your shit round here

My advice to
you is get your ass back

Before it get
slapped, turned out, and pushed back

Choclair
put the T-dot-O up on the map, bi-otch

 


Chorus:

[M. Bleek]- Do you ever wanna
see a nigga ball at the top

                
Wanna see a nigga fall, get it on with the
cops

                 I ain't changed, I
still keep raw on the block

                
Nigga hate me, I ain't never gon'
stop

[Choclair]- They don't ever wanna see a
nigga ball at the top

                 Wanna
see a nigga fall, get it on with the cops

   
             I ain't changed, I still keep raw on
the block

                 Nigga hate me, I
ain't never gon' stop

  



Verse 2:
[Memphis Bleek]

Yo, you see the Memph man
laid up, paid up

Instead you wanna see a
nigga sprayed up

Only use the waste
up

And I still bust off nuts, with a numb
dick straight up

Fuck y'all nigga wanna do,
Huh duke

I know thug niggas creep with a gun
duke

Me too, except, I got one in the hand
for the jump off

Niggas still ain't learned
the ledge, nigga jump off

It's real here,
playa, you know what the deal here

Niggas in
wheelchairs won't sit still here

Battery pack
cats, get their cavity cracked black

In fact,
I still ain't stop pointing the mack

At y'all
niggas who hate me, don't mistake me

Nigga,
the money ain't create Bleek

When I sold
trays, in hallways, and had braids

Rob
niggas, stomp niggas, for my P-Js

 


Chorus:

  

Verse 3:
[Choclair]

Standing 6-foot-1, dark skin,
smooth brother

Knee deep, up in your women,
circle, 

be my brothers underground in the
gutters

Submerged under the
nonsense

Those happy childs fronting with
that coke-and-smile walk

Really big dick
style, could stick your girl, make her
smile

Listen in, niggas say they gonna fuck
me up now

Need to understand paranormal land
expands

People catching cock stand, when I
touch mic stands

Even woolen hand strands,
best believe I got lyrics up the
sleeve

Little brother from the
Bridgemont-C

People looking for a gig, your
star's fading

I say step to the side when
young guns blazing

  

Chorus:  [Repeat 2
times]