YOUNG GUNZ lyrics - Tough Luv

Future Of The Roc

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[Young Chris] Young, Gunz Chris and Neef The home of Philly Tough love, first time around We got now we don't care who got next [Verse One] [Young Neef] Check we the future We got like a dime left To make sure our niggaz cool and our moms set It ain't safe every day is a bomb threat Game watered down you work harder or less [Young Chris] Just give it all to my daughter wit death Until then love me Cee and Neef baby give us a second Stand tall when they give us the pressure Cause if we fuck up our first chance Fans won't give us a second, check [Young Neef] Listen and learn you missin the message They will drop you and won't be missin your presence I'm the curse Young Cee he the present It don't work nigga give us the weapons When you murk from the Hearst leave you in the desert [Young Chris] Breeze through in a 7 45 45's need two in possession Got the Mack 11 two intertechers So ain't no tellin what I do to them vests's We ain't just shootin out reckless, nigga [Chorus] 'Young . . Young, Young Gunners' 'Chris and Neef', 'We the future' 'We the future' [Verse Two] [Young Chris] We pull up in them big boy trucks Big boy drops We be the only young boys that the big boys watch Neef and C official like a ref wit a whistle Protect shit a nickel Its death on a whistle Lose breath when I hit you Your best bet is to get through Fuck outta the lane I'm much outta my pain The stronger the game is quicker Live by the code fool Dinner time cold food, aim is sicker Much faster, blast ya Tearin ya niggaz We don't discriminate Hoes get the same as niggaz Comin straight out the North Of Death We give a fuck about a level we extort the best Who's the boss nigga [Young Neef] Kill em slow give a fuck who he know Our only purpose is that money and blow ain't scared to put a tag on his toe The pressures on so they lettin us go before our time and you already know, yo [Chorus] [Verse Three] [Young Neef] Just when they thought it was over The young'n soldier got focus, and notice negotiations about my closures but Wont lose my composure Buck a shot and be over Just like that, just give up rap Gives a fuck about the bitches Got to change our only livin Get my niggaz in position From the block into the kitchen Its my decision if I do it or not But who gon' come back to that slow ass block Yeah duckin them cops extendin them shots and meltin them glocks Yeah this might not be my permanent spot But what ever happens it happens I see you motherfuckers on top It be the real ones that block That's why I listen and watch [Young Chris] You gots to listen more than you talk so keep your mouth shut It ain't about rattin then you walk They say the bad come along wit the good So keep your awards Just make sure the cash come on home wit the hood [Chorus: repeat 2x] 'Young . . Young, Young Gunners' 'Chris and Neef', 'We the future' 'We the future'

Look At Me Now

YOUNG BUCK "Straight Outta Ca$hville"
[Young Buck:] You Know, Growin Up In The Hood, Is Gon' Do All Kinds Of Thangs, Ya Heard? Some Of Its Good, Some Of Its Bad, But The Things You Go Through In Life, Make You Who You Are Look At Me Now! [Mr. Porter:] From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone And You Say'd I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving You Wrong N They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them So I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown Im A Young Buck, But Still Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoe [Young Buck:] I Still Remember Them Nights Under The Street Lights Fiends Don't Give A Damn, They Want Who Got The Cheap Price I'm Trying To Get Right, Get It And Go You See People Is Dyin' Fast, And The Money Is Slow We Used To Hang In Front Of The Store Flag Down Cars To Be A Movie Star, Go Get A Glass Jar Once You Cook It And Cut It Homie, Go Stand Out In Public See The Work Sell's Itself, If Ya Got Enough Of It Plenty Thugs Get Shot, But See Its All In The Game Even I Took A Couple Of 'Em, But Still I Remain I Aint Dippin From That Same Lead Project Figga I Done Went With No Lights, And No Water Nigga And I'm Still Hood, That Mean I Still Cook Get On The Block And Go Get Mine, Like You Should How Can I Be Good? When Rappers Wanna Be Suge Suroundin' Myself With Family, So I Can Sleep Good [Mr. Porter:] From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone And You Say'd I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving You Wrong N They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them So I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown Im A Young Buck, But Still Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes [Young Buck:] I Would Light Me A Cancer Stick, Thinkin How Can I Get My Momma Out The Bricks, And My Whole Click Legit Lil Jimmy In The Fed's, Its Just Me And Some Ted's We Cuttin Heads Doin Whatever To Buy A Lump Of Bread The Hot Beat Faces, I Really Loved It To Blow 50 G's, And Don't Think Nothing Of It We Show Love, But Won't Get No Loved Show'd Back Whoa Kimosabi, What Part Of The Game Is That? This A Fact, And My War Wounds On Me Can Prove It But Look How You Made Me, Go And Show Ya I Can Do It I Sollomly Swear To Hold It Down For My Homeboy Locked Up And Don't Know If They Ev'a Coming Home Boy Time's Keep Tickin', Another Baby Is Born Thats Gon' Go Through The Same Stuff I Went Through, And More You Wonder Why I Hustle, My Life's On The Line My Baby Gotta Have Milk When She Cryin', Come On Da Now [Mr. Porter:] From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone And You Say'd I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving You Wrong N They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them So I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown Im A Young Buck, But Still Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes [Young Buck:] Now Everybody Got They Hand Out Crackhead Willin' Spit These Millions Till They Ran'd Out Shorty Don't Wanna Holla Now, Cuz Her Man Out But Just Last Week I Couldnt Get It Out Her Damn Mouth No Where To Go, Look Like Im Stuck In These Bricks Seems Like The Good Die Young, The Bad Get Rich Quick Enough Of This Lemme Take You To A Whole Nother Level It's Like Stopin The Police From Rollin' Through The Ghetto Ain't Nuthing Gettin Better, But The Bills Gotta Get Paid That Money Come Up Short Then Them Tecks Gotta Get Spray'd Everybody Gotta Grave, We Just Waitin To Go To It No Matter What We Do, We Still Gon' Go Through It Some Say That I'm Heartless, And Don't Give A Damn They Wont Ever Understand Until They Get A Gram This Who I Am, Not Who I Wanna Be Open Up Your Eyes And See, What These Streets Have Done To Me [Mr. Porter:] From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone And You Say'd I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving You Wrong N They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them So I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown Im A Young Buck, But Still Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes

Living Legends

DA BAND
DA BAND LYRICS 'Living Legends' [Dylan] Yo, Blaze the fire and watch the enemies crumble [Jamaican chant] See the blood of a slave The eyes of a Banta Rise from the grave When they listening to Dylan Action and ways speak clearly like a veteran Looking both ways When concealing my weapon [Babs] I was raised in the gutter Fifties for elevens And a dirty box cutter I'm standing my ground Back and forth out of town I'm getting that cash And niggaz can't see Babs If you ain't licking my ass One tough chick My flows is not to be fucked with Send the word out To them bitches that you run with I'm here now Bitches in trouble I spit fire Quick to bust off Like Weebay from the wire [Ness] Fucking with the grimiest nigga Look in my eyes My life was paralelled park Until I put it in drive D.U.I. smacked and broke both of my headlights Chicks gunning me down Running mad redlights Had low mileage It was either hugging the block or Hip Hop I never will in college I'm only being honest Cadillac with the Mac With the serial stratched up in the lining [Fred] Now pass me some diamonds With some dudes who move When I say them good So the hood call me Simon When I rob I ain't rhyming I change climates And break more records Than Rice did for the Niners [Chorus: (Dylan)] Them silly one now (hey) All gangstas get them bless (hey!!!!) To be wake To be among so many Living Legends Nobody stop me Don't ask me why This a real tall guy saying Budda Bye Bye Bye Them silly one now (hey) All gangstas get them bless (hey!!!!) To be wake To be among so many Living Legends Nobody stop me Don't ask me why I'm a real bad boy saying Budda Bye Bye Bye [Chopper] Man fuck them other niggaz Cause I'm down with my niggaz Yep, we Da Band Y'all niggaz ain't fucking with us Don't make me have to spend that bend and do a pull up Reach for that 10 that have you duckin' them bullets Hit you where it hurt it be hard for you to push up Half-way crook ass niggaz I got you shook up You walk with your head faced down You scared to look up And I know Black and Blue I got the hook up [Babs] I stay on my grind BK niggaz know In your face everyday like a Bad Boy video On the block for a couple of years I done smoked a lot of blunts Drunk a couple of beers The streets know me The hood hold me I paid dues I'm the chick in the click Full of niggaz, I made moves Stay on top of my game I can't lose Get down or lay down Bitch niggaz better choose [Chopper] I ride in the biggest trucks All day, call me, shit I supply the biggest stuff Hit the block Like I'm Cartel blunts Ready for something to dump I feel as though I got the biggest nuts [Ness] Wait, move I put blood in your socks, your shoes Overflowing now you shaking your leg Man I run with the gauge like bacon with eggs It's white, when I bite When I bake it, it's beige [Chorus: 2x] [Dylan speaking Jamaican chant until beat fades out]

Gangsta's Watch

NOREAGA "Melvin Flynt - Da Hustler"
Verse 1: Noreaga Yo I got coke for y'all niggaz, dope for y'all niggaz Hoes for y'all niggaz, shows for y'all niggaz My StarTec niggaz, Motorola outed Zone coaster, hold my dick on a poster Smoke weed now til its a little roacha I'ms a fiend gotta have that hydro green Flip on hoes the bitches try to say that I'm mean Stuck up aiyyo my chain gleam down to my nuts Buying kids some cris, neva buy no cups I thought I told y'all putos straight sucios My niggaz buy guns and sell em in the studios Shootin in the hood lay where I'm at It's too hot out there can't even go to Iraq Police knowin what went down ya cat done rat I don't know who to trust, aiyyo plus infact strange things go on everytime that it's on Yo niggaz foldin, some holdin still rollin I'm in the game kid til the game decease I have million niggaz hearts right on the street yo It's all gangsta their team straight pranksta The antenna on my TV still a hanger Ghetto celeb, SPK right on the web Niggaz ride bikes and ride on past I say WHAT yo niggaz ride bikes and ride on past... Chorus (repeat 2x) Yo bring it back kid to where you got your props Have y'all niggaz in the back say fuck the cops How it's all the same game kid yo in Queens and Watts Yo it's gangsta, watch the Gangsta Watch Verse 2: Noreaga Stop the press catch me with the heat or a vest Smoke sometimes when I got shit to finnese When I smoke weed, creatively then I'm the best When I get hed first then I have a good sex It's a cause and effect when you fuck with my set Cause you do that, the effect you get wet! Fuck around I have ya little team get blessed Have ya whole little town, mournin off ya death I make a quick phone call, call Rell and Stef and them niggaz won't care where ya body is left 22 a just knock you up, and pop you up 67 a glock you up and rock you up Stupid move now you know you done fucked up fuckin with the wrong clique, nigga what Thug niggaz, grimey and loud niggaz Drunk fucked niggaz, wanna dump niggaz Smoke skunk niggas, get krunk niggaz Night niggaz, police straight and hype niggaz Hit light niggaz easy to fight niggaz Don't leave the club til it's daylight niggaz Black puerto rican and even our white niggaz Right niggaz flip coke with ice niggaz Tight niggaz gangsta and trife niggaz Street smart so I guess we bright niggaz Chorus (repeat 2x)

Young Hearts

JJ DEMON
Here, in the summer when the sun leaves later we sat under the plum tree hearing the hum of the cicadas We become free fireflies, lantern The fields of our youth ever feel the sky's amber Dust, brings a calming glow Like a brush we can kiss and my mom won't know and I promise tonight to be honest my pot grows cold Don't tell us that we're too young and the blinds won't hold But I feel like this is for real life Forever I'm squeezing your hand in a trance that's so clever Dandelions explode The wind blows tender Will I still be outside of your window in September? Who knows when the days are like years and my big little heart says "Stay the night here" Knowin' I can't and I won't but I want to Suddenly I'm brave enough to tell you that I love you In the summer when the sun stays longer and everyday is Sunday There's no place to complain Two hearts unchained, kids fallin' fast bear for thunderwaves we're fallin' in the grass Left it spillin' like water from a bucket Life was so luscious now we're both thrushes[?] How much is a popsicle cause I'm treatin' we leave the red stains on our faces while we eat 'em on the swings like the wings of a lovebird children upping forts in the passion of the suburb We plan for the next minute we abandon our plan and the very second we're in it Cause these are like the days to be timid an its ink will confess the note I will ask you but please, certain yes Maybe all I can remember are the fun parts or have we just grown too old for our young hearts? In the summer when the sun starts humming something beautiful Before we ever saw our first funeral Before we ever cried over love and its little quirks we just like the way it felt not knowing if it will hurt one day I used to scribble[?] your name on my arm now I'm looking at your text not knowing what to respond All the poetry escapes me I wonder how we've forgotten the bliss in waitin' an eternity for a kiss an eternal leave we'll miss the days your parents thought we were cute now I'm no longer welcome in your home No shelter from the storm back then the clouds all seemed pretty We learned later how it felt to be alone stomp every mountain in the cold young love is like icecream I'm the Cancer and you're the Pisces why do we grow like a cancer? I'm lookin' for that old answer to the question "Do you like me?"

Blowin' Up The Spot

GANG STARR "Hard To Earn"
[Guru] Ah so now ya got me pissed off, blast off lift off Time for me to twist off a vocal fist off into your domepiece, Homepeace, I heard your chick wants to bone me I get, wild like rugby, respected like Bugsy Don't even ask me, cause I'm livin lovely Born to succeed, foes bleed, true indeed The oral combat will romp that, your one of my seeds when I first, busted on the scene Nigga, you knew I had more than a gangsta lean I mean my lean is gangsta though so check it I'll stick an MC for his spot and sign in blood on his wack record Boo-ya-ka, to your face as I ruin ya Clown ya, dumbfound ya, while I'm screwin the fuck out cha girl as she steps into my world I'm not the tallest, but that ass I'll polish And if the hooker runs her mouth she gets cut off But then you'll sweat her, cause like my leather you're butter soft Your style stinks kid, ya garbage And if you keep talkin shit, I'ma make ya pay homage Cause the G to the U to the R-U, came too far to let you slide through, rhymes will scar you And who the fuck are you anyway? I catch more wreck in a minute than if you rhyme for ten days Throw the cash in the pot You betta dash nigga, cause I'm blowin up the spot I'm bout to blow the fuck up * Premier scratches * [Guru] No ex-capin the explosion, those who are dozin, I close in Set the thermostat at sub-zero, they're frozen Extreme temperatures from my mic, stuns amateurs Unable to conquer the Gang, I ain't mad at cha Peace to Jeru, the Big Shug and the Group Home Keepin it real, no playin niggaz or chrome I'm way past the kid shit, brothers already did shit You want some props? Yo dog, here's a biscuit I'm a smooth nigga and my groove's bigga, move nigga And we don't care who's wit cha, got the picture? And you don't wanna hear the burners go pop Gang Starr motherfucker, what, blowin up the spot I'm bout to blow the fuck up * Premier scratches * [Guru] I go from one format then switch to the next Reflex sets the pitch vocals rip through projects Crazy shouts are heard all around Cause the GangStarr sound carries more weight per pound I got some brand new Timbs, so emcees sing new hymns You betta repent, come correct, represent or get stomped, smacked and slapped, cap peeled back I got you open, and now you cling to my sac Get off, hands off, stay off, you're way off You rookie motherfuckers it's the finals not the playoffs I'll break you up into particles, to small pieces Because your brain is miniscule You little fool, come learn the tools of the trade I made the rules so go to school and get played Just when you're thinkin that your jam is hot Up steps the niggaz who be blowin up the spot

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