Roc U lyrics

Artist  : Young Gunz 
Song : Roc U



 Send "Roc U" Ringtone to your Cell 

 (feat. Beanie Sigel)



[Young Chris talking]

Where that pian sat at (uh)

Young Gannas (chea) What up niggas;

Niggas got till January to get they shit
together;

You hear that niggas January (chea)

Chad West



[Verse One: Young Chris]

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

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; niggas

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 niggas-Bitchin' 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; Fuck all
them niggas route;

Ciani here plus my momma need a bigger house



[Chorus]

This just the town we live in; North Phil my
nigga, South Philly with mittens, look how chilly
the rist is; poppin wheelys

with bitches; 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 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

mouth for temper



[Verse Two: Beanie Siegel]



Bitch niggas actin' tough but you know what thats
about prayin that I hit em up; hopin niggas 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 fuckin' 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



[Chorus]



[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
nigga one lung; maskin tape

hoodies and gloves

mookies and dubs yeah nigga I'll put it dead in
yo mug; Other fuckas beneath me, mutha-fuckas is
sneaky worryin about where

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

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

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 niggas feel
my pain, until i'm out

the game i'm far from a lame



[Chorus]



[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 shit scramble, shit I em
sellin but niggas tattle tellin when they rushed
in that van dude so I had to

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

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

charge it up nigga stop ya arguin



[Chorus]