YOUNG GUNZ lyrics - Tough Luv

Never Take Me Alive

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[Jay-Z] Ya know what we doin here Young, H-O-V From the number one, R-O-C We got another one [Verse One - Young Neef] Yo its a big payback Revenge at the tip of my lips Grip on my fifth and brought my big K back Y'all don't understand some of the pain I go through Half of y'all can't even dig it Y'all can't even picture A motherfucker killin someone you close to And they say its over someone you close to And they family approach you And you dealin wit his family emotions And these motherfuckers say you ain't focused at the same time But they wasn't on the same vibe I remain calm This aim mine when its game time Though you gone dog you spirit still wit us For the clueless we just clearin the picture And we airin them niggaz Ridin hard 'til we bury them wit'cha Show you how much we care for you niggaz And I'm ready to pop My crew to 'for they let me get popped Rest in piece A-L, O-reddy, and Hop (They'll Neva Take Me Alive!!!) [Both Young Neef and Young Chris] [Hook - Young Neef] Its Young Neef, Y-G From the number one, R-O-C We got another one (They'll Never Take Me Alive!!!) [Young Chris] Its Young Neef, Y-G From the motherfuckin, R-O-C We got another one (They'll Never Take Me Alive!!!) [Young Chris] [Verse Two - Jay-Z] The commission was our vision We ain't it see it come to fruition We ran outta time dam You think I'm just a fan you out your mind That was my motherfuckin man and my partner in crime Big you had the Mafia Me, I got the Property Got a lot of these fake families out here copyin But nigga trust Ima flush all this bullshit All this fake Tupac and fake Suge shit We ain't the first to make hood shit We ain't invent the wheel But we made the Goodrich tire And Now we hood rich And I rhyme like my momma still in the hood shit But my momma got V12 under the hood She got C-L on back of the 6 Now my only job is to help little Chris Get his momma out this bitch Avoid the drama out this bitch (They'll Never Take Me Alive!!!) [Young Chris] [Hook - Jay-Z] Young, H-O-V From the number one, R-O-C We got another one (They'll Never Take Me Alive!!!) [Young Chris] Young, H-O-V From the number one, R-O-C I got another one [Verse Three - Young Chris] Just lost another one We'll always love you dog Just like my mother son My second brother dog They say we go to hell When he die we ain't lose 'em But Hov say 'throw it up' so we gotta keep it movin So me I maintain But its stress on my brain But your death ain't in vain Lost my breath when it came and uh They say we joyce in death but the pain Best believe my first boy gon' be blessed wit your name All that's left is your face on the picture On my dresser in the frame And it just ain't the same I'm like Dam man, how my another homey missin Not to mention big homey stressin Where do I go for advice Man its shows every week But its bodies every night Men is cold on these streets and uh Niggaz know the police And the drama its still there And my momma she still there (They'll Never Take Me Alive!!!) [Both Young Chris and Jay-Z] [Hook - Young Chris] Its Young Chris, Y-G From the number one, R-O-C We got another one (They'll Never Take Me Alive!!!) Its Young Chris, Y-G From the motherfuckin, R-O-C We got another one (They'll Never Take Me Alive!!!) [Verse Four - Jay-Z] Now its no turnin back, its like a gat Once you pull it dog you never put it back 'til you clap Tell the hood I'm back this ain't rap This is shit I'm just tellin you on a track, I relax Niggaz fell into the trap You like a puppet wit no strings We hella good at that, in fact Exactly where you at is where we wanted you for months So we could come thru wit Mack and hrrrraatt This is war my niggaz Y'all niggaz is drawn like cartoon figures, its a fact We pour out a little liquor cause we lost a couple niggaz But we bout to get y'all back, we sat We plotted y'all demise Got a box wit yo' size and your name attached How you lu'dat Its only right B-I in L-A God bless your life (They'll Never Take Me Alive!!!) [Both Jay-Z and Young Chris] [Hook - Jay-Z] Young, H-O-V From the number one, R-O-C I got another one (They'll Never Take Me Alive!!!) [Young Chris] Young, H-O-V From the motherfuckin, R-O-C We got another one

One More To Go

METHOD MAN "Tical 2000 Judgementday"
[Intro] 5...4...3...2...1...0 [explosion] [Inspectah Deck] Yea, this is the poisonous, venomous Killa-Bee, queen bee connection Live and direct Shaolin, BK, QB, Boogie Down, wherever you found Yo, yo, deadly venom is how we end 'em Mast avenge 'em, no friend of him, bend 'em in half for enterin My comrodery move like tight security Known to tear the club up plus the after party On the battle field catch a body With no fair warnin, my queen bee connect swarm on 'em Primate, hold your mic straight before you challenge 'me Your light weight and only force me to cause casualty Battery packs catch match mines with the solar powered, they get over powered Shower with rhymes just like white lines of powder Feel the realness from bein solo with this crowd here [J-Boo] Yo, yo, yo, this time we takin no shorts for sure I'm comin through, smash you motherfuckers to the floor Whoever wanted war, yo, bring it If you got the sword, I'ma swing it Slither back to the pit when my phone started ringin Yo, come here, what's up, niggaz rock to get stuck Niggaz runnin through the chamber they aint givin a fuck Cuz I'm deadly, I'ma set the pace like a medly Relay, who could match the venom on the replay [Finesse] Aiyyo, the bitch nice and catch crack like dice Give 'em a double order of man slaughter on the tape recorder Fuck the law and order, tape muffled and distorted All you heard was murderous shots, the rest was pre-recorded The jury voted, I'm a free venom, hittin niggaz with the momentum Even villains wanna get up in 'em The feelin's devious from the previous With the way we leavin this is sure to make snakes hiss [Method Man] It be I, the most high, fly robin fly Keep a close eye on Johnny 5, I'll be comin live From New York, it's saturday night So it's only right, I step to the phony types See 'em in the party actin hard, but the hardly a threat to the vet Once you start me, no stoppin, no pardon me No coppin a plea, I beat you in the head, third degree What's the science, the 411, can't do me none Still ghetto, I rhyme ghetto, my brother's ghetto Never say die and never settle For anythin less than what the devil posess I'm like MOP to the death Now who is Johnny Blaze, Mr. Meth Motherfucka [Chorus: J-Boo, (Cappadonna)] Hittin fever, come with the raw Deadly Venom meet the Wu, no more to come, now what is left to do (Ghetto collaborations, such a deadly combination Face to face, Shakin your earth, rockin your nation) [Champ MC] Yo, yo, yo, Sons of fishes rollin with a devious Clan I got a master plan how to blast your man Gettin lyrical, fightin your feelin deep in your mental Like a pencil all in your brain, killin your spiritual The original, fishin y'all, rollin with a bunch of criminals Street gunner, Venom strike like thunder This is shit that'll stop your hunger Ready for war, let me let you get a taste of the raw Comin through with the Clan so you won't get far Batters and scars, all respect due to the gods And my queen killa-bees just collectin that cheese Overseas, gettin ready for the year 2G, DVs (Poison Clan rocks the world) [Cappadonna] The pillage, yo, I'm a great comodity For see me, the unchained magnetic I release mine, fuck y'all, I piece mine together To the third power, hit y'all like may flowers Scandal, slash three felonies to be the one six vandal From Park Hill, Shaolin put the work in Dusk do us dawn, Lebanon Don Don't sleep on the adversary Mental niggaz stalk y'all out on the ferry You got trapped in between pillage And the venoms, cherry heads are minimum [N-Tyce] Yo, yo, yo, projects of elimination We jack some like Rhythm Nations Got your hard speed like we drag racin We lab replacin, but tried to avoid a confrontation You kind of mixed up like Tiger Woods with that combination I ain't calling no names, here's a hint Niggaz with no brains, antique things, gold chains Do the mind to visual, 'bout the coolest Carolina Individual, everythin digital, like Bobby I'm lovin all them kung-fu flicks, poison 'em highly I'm quickly on the run through clicks, but fast in a hurry When I smash, leave your vision blurry Tryin to make the bill like Murray [Chorus] [Finesse] Yo, on the french kiss, sour than blood, hotter than piss You ventriliquist talkin out your ass like this Cuz I insist that you don't wanna show the tape of the hits I told y'all, I crush y'all on the tape like Quake You tweaky trick, wanna violate, great, Wu and Venom annihilate Don't hesitate to push the rhymes like weight You Shake, Jake thing [Street Life] Yo, PLO, when the guns blow, you'se a no show, homo Holdin like a scarecrow with no dough Street pro's move through the metro Rapidly my faculty quick to blow the boost out your battery My african queen bees is backin me, shuttin down your salary J-Boo twist another Daquiri, fifty steamboat float Flow on this scenario, hydro thoughts lick off like a callico [J-Boo] Yo, yo, yo, let's get it on, mic's get blown when you step into my zone Heads get flown for tryin to clone I take that, now you got wanna go on so go on, play your part, hold on, while I flow on I keep it tight, rip all sides to a square You ain't seen no thugs like these no where I swear, you wanna test me, how can it be Rollin with the Fam, Wu-Tang, DV's [GZA] Yo, I dead MC's with this poisonous venom Return and send 'em, wack niggaz is in 'em The secretly analyzed, these chicks is live I see the allies tryin to stalk the bee hive Forgot the deadly stingin was major bell ringin Too strong for niggaz with eyes closed and slingin Made your point, spot your target and zoom in Before its too late, saw the snake through his hand shake Aimin your darts at a click you can't handle Attack with the paint stones and travel on camel A warm sigh as you cross the barrier But my storm side, will destroy ya area [Chorus (2x)] (Poison Clan rocks the world Poison Clan rocks the world)

Young Niggaz

2PAC "Me Against The World"
I wanna dedicate this one to Robert 'Yummy' Sanderford and all other lil' young niggaz that's in a rush to be gangstas As a young nigga, I'm almost swellin in the wind Give anythang, to be that innocent again, when I was ten I didn't bang but I was hangin with the homies tell them niggaz started slangin that they don't know me I got my hustle on, learned to ignore what couldn't pay me Lately I've been tryin to make a bill-ion, can you play me with that jealousy they need to miss me, don't sweat me If them cowards really want me, come get me, and even I someday will die but I'm cautious, I'm fin' to ride Put down the top, now we flossin Hit the freeway, let the wind blow, drop the window Workin with a twenty sack of indo, feelin good Stop through the hood, grab the young thugs And I can't help but reminisce back when we slung drugs, know it's bad but all we had was our hopes and dreams Couldn't see unless we learned to slang dope to fiends as young niggaz He's the kind of G like everybody knows As a young nigga He's always G'd up, from head to toe My memories as a young nigga Always got it blown like Al Capone Young nigga He's the downest G I've ever known Back in Junior High, when we was barely gettin by, when daddy died That's when my momma started gettin high My neighborhood was full of drivebys, couldn't survive All our homies livin short lives, I couldn't cry Told my momma if I did die, just put a blunt in my casket let me get my dead homies high Come follow me throughout my history, it's just _Me Against the World_ stuck in misery; as a young nigga My only thing was to be paid Life full of riches avoid snitched cause they shady, back in the days We always found the time to play, but that's before they taught them gangbangers how to spray Not just L.A., but in the Bay and in Chicago and even St. Louis Every stadium that I go, when will they change Stuck in the game like a dumb nigga Remember how it was, to be a young nigga He's the kind of G like everybody knows As a young nigga He's always G'd up, from head to toe My memories as a young nigga Always got it blown like Al Capone Young nigga He's the downest G I've ever known I'm tellin you.. .. to be young, have your brains and have every and all that Yo, y'all niggaz don't know how good you really do got it Muh'fuckers need to just calm down and peep what the fuck they wanna do for the rest of the life 'Fore you end your life before you BEGIN your life You dumb nigga Now that I'm grown, I got my mind on bein somethin Don't wanna be another statistic, out here doin nuttin Tryin to maintain in this dirty game, keep it real and I will even if it kills me, my young niggaz break away from these dumb niggaz Put down the guns and have some fun nigga, the rest'll come nigga Fame is a fast thang, that gangbangin puttin niggaz in a casket, murdered for hangin at the wrong place at the wrong time, no longer livin Cause he threw up the wrong sign, and every day I watch the murder rate increases, and even worse the epidemic and diseases, what is the future The projects lookin hopeless, where more and more borhters givin up and don't care Sometimes I hate when brothers act up, I hit the weed and I proceed to blow the track up, for young niggaz He's the kind of G like everybody knows For these young niggaz He's always G'd up, from head to toe My memories as a young nigga He always got it blown like Al Capone Take it slow nigga, it's for the young niggaz He's the downest G I've ever known As a young nigga He's the kind of G like everybody knows He's always G'd up, from head to toe Memories as a young nigga He always got it blown like Al Capone He's the downest G I've ever known ['Pac talking overlaps singing last four lines] This go out to the young thugs, the have-nots (you know) Little bad motherfuckers from the block (that's right) Them niggaz that's thirteen and fourteen Drivin Cadillacs, Benzes and shit (I see you boy) Young motherfuckin hustlers (make that money boy) Stay strong nigga You could be a fuckin accountant, not a dope dealer youknowhatI'msayin (Go to school nigga, go to school) Fuck around and, you pimpin out here You could be a lawyer (really doe) Niggaz gotta get they priorities straight (Don't see Johnny Cochran out in this motherfucker) Really doe.. young niggaz.. little RahRah (sup nigga) Especially my little cousins don't be no dumb guy (Don't be a dumb nigga, listen, young niggaz) [singers freestyle and skat to the end of the song]

Raise Ya Thumbs Up

JUICY J "Chronicles Of The Juice Man: Underground Album"
[Juicy J talking] Yes sir once again it's on Juicy J featuring Project Pat Chronicles of the Juice man, North North part 2 Raise ya thunbs up my nigg, it's on fool [Chorus: Project Pat] North, raise ya thumbs up nigga [x4] [Juicy J] North north in this thing and you know we runnin things Everybody raise ya thumb, everybody show your gang March in a cirle man, muscle up until you strain Project Pat and Juicy J, the niggaz with them gold fangs Yes we keep the lighted dope, and we house the freakest hoes Then we ride to evergreen, on the block is where we post Policeman can't stop us, I think they oughta to stop it I'm talkin in that ghetto english, sayin fuck the mobsters Gangsta niggas walk up in the club, high as hell because we full of drugs. What gang you claim/ the way they were them hats Don't get to close be careful we be strapped We put it on the map, we keep our gezees flapped And if you see me in the hood you better give me dap. I'm known as a veteran, my picture should be stacked From smokin sin to Hollywood they wild over there [Chorus: Project Pat] North, raise ya thumbs up nigga. [x4] [Project Pat] If ya ain't from my hood you can get the hell from round here Cause we gon smoke hydro and we gon drink beer It ain't no mu'hfuckin secret case we some thugs It ain't hard, you can peep it we sellin drugs So don't you cowards step wrong spit the west song These automatics have ya ass singin a different song A mega blast from these rocks, got the track jumpin' A North Memphis nigga sell dope I'll tell you somethin' Ya car bumpin ridin clean and you see me bold And now you wonderin why we kickin in your back door This ain't no suburb my nigg this the ghetto, and you gon come through Flosin like a pretty hoe A no no for you off, turn her on niggaz Show some love or you will meet them chrome triggers We smokin bud, sippin syzerp, and poppin pills you need some work Come on through we got the best deals [Chorus: Project Pat] North, raise ya thumbs up nigga [x4] [Juicy J] I done lived in the North round the way I done planted playa seed in the mutherfuckin bay Hypnotize is the label that you don't wnt to hate I done een niggaz make, I done seen niggas spray Brothas on the same block till his hair turn gray still all about a hustle Punchin clock no way. The police hit the block, swallow rocks throw the hate Still on the same block the next fuckin day Project Pat was up [Project Pat] Jimmy jimmy cocoa puff you know how we roll Niggas is gon get shot up trippn with this north Ridin up? dog pullin up them logs Squeeze on this trigger, empty clips then reload If you got beef, my nigga you better bring it The hood buck as hell, the police couldn't tame it Inhalin palm trees something you can hang with Hydro with red hair something I can slang trick [Chorus: repeat to fade]


[hispanic voice same as Intro from _In My Lifetime, Vol. 1_] What you think you like me? You ain't like me *motherfucker* You a punk I been with MADE people.. CONNEC-TED people Who you been wit? Chain snatchin, jive-ass, maricon *motherfuckers* Why don't you go get lost Get out of here, go kick a freestyle or somethin [Jay-Z] You're now tuned into the greatest *Motherfuckers* can't beat us, join us, can't fade us, hate us Can't touch it, *fuck it*, can't see em, try to be em Both shows sold out your coliseum, 8th Wonder Locked rap for trey summers, poker faces with the aces under Face one up, to take over, the break's over *Nigga* I'm the God MC, me, Jay-hovah *Shit* knockin, almost a crime, get Cochran Bangin to the hearse where my doctors hand hot land, FBI, DEA, I did crime, got away They wanna see me pay, *motherfuckers* better ride if they try to plant, under the seat of my car even a half a gram, better flame those, plainclothes Same goes for lame hoes, cocaine rapper Rep ya game pros [Wais] We celebrate this, while you sittin back screamin you hate this Try to rape this, get caught in my crime matrix Spittin sperm inside of latex You get, no respect like a child rapist Delegate this, men just givin facelifts Leave your melon spacious, career felon, no hiatus nor Ceasar's, the CIA flooded my block with diseases Informants, heating the spot up like global warming Who start *shit*? My style is laced with arsenic Odorless tasteless, cause of death is traceless I know you wanna see me wasted You call the order, I'll be in Hell Team Roc sweater and ice water Righteous, dominate the global, my life's a novel blazin in Barnes and Noble, idolize the vocals Y'all niggaz is local but that's evident I'm Resident Evil, movin like ? [Memphis Bleek] Millionaire that flow like water, rap *niggaz* runnin I, oughta applaud ya, clap at ya Point the Mac at ya, *niggaz* caught up Brought up in the rapture, my flows torture like a compound fracture, can't *fuck* widdit For the love of sex money and drugs Affiliated with the sets Tecs honies and thugs Let the four power, rain on *niggaz* like a spring shower and bring flowers for the bodies that surround us If you was lookin you found us Movin with speed, tried to play Superman ended up like Chris Reeves Parapalegic, precise minds like the Pharoah's of Egypt Shot through a barrel *niggaz* narrowly weaved it Keepin my Team top seeded with the Sweet 16's bulgin out of my jeans, on the ten-speed weeded Holdin, ? shots with you like a secret It's like a story never told, but believe it... [Sauce Money] Street anthem anchor, quick to trade shots just like a banker Lick a round, *niggaz* hit the ground like Sanka I got ya screwface in forty-two ways, Aim better than toothpaste, Jerry Maguire Show Me The Money like Clue tapes Run up in your spot with a few eights, zonin Known men, home in, all of my homies condone sin Four shots spin ya like chrome rims Put a part right through your dome like the Omen, foamin White sheets got ya wrapped like a Roman Back in New York, honey wants it, just spit blood and talk funny *Niggaz* is cartoons, picture styles that's fully developed like dark rooms, hits fat, cub with a harpoon Heat-seekin, grill huntin, still frontin? Keep squeezin, *fuck it*, I leave the whole street wheezing No *motherfuckers* hope I fail, and gotta provoke the frail Got em scared to drop like soap in jail [Jay-Z] Geyeah, there you have it Just think of ours as can't be touched, tested, whatever Never disrespect this thing of ours Roc-a-Fella family

Ghetto Afterlife

TALIB KWELI "Reflection Eternal"
[Talib Kweli] These niggaz ain't thugs, the real thugs is the government Don't matter if you independent, democrat or republican Niggaz politickin the street, get into beef Start blastin, now a new cat is executive chief With a, passion for heat you get, blast in yo' seat Die before you crash in yo' Jeep, never passin in your sleep like an old man, you ain't a fool you got a whole plan to conquer territories like Europeans who stole land The future of your whole fam' hang in the balance You the king, and your block is the palace Y'all niggaz is the parliament, untouchable, spot unrushable Keep your weight wet, call in collect to save a buck or two Get mad, who the fuck are you What you gonna do Exactly what I thought - NOTHIN, in the sport of frontin you the undisputed champion, I'm in a class you can't be in My words is flesh like Jesus, the aquarian {*scratched* Let's stop right here () } { So you think that I'm a fool.. } { Ayy man.. () } Chorus: T. Kweli and Kool G. Rap [T] It's just a chapter of the night, in the ghetto afterlife Where you just seen or heard about or gonna have to fight [K] Where they sacrifice the life and niggaz see flashes of light When you trapped up in the heights but clappers aimin at the wife [Talib Kweli] Yeah, dudes gettin money is still thuggin Chicks gettin money is still ghetto Still livin the whole thuggish stilleto Your team let the metal burst before you take an L you raised in hell, let the dust settle first Then you ask the question, snatchin the life of the innocent Shit happens huh, a man's respected by his actions It's the karma of the street, you try to meet the karma while the karma sleep, yo it's deep, but the karma can't be beat You don't know your enemy, so you fightin with yourself Relate to rap niggaz cause they writin what you felt You got top shelf connects you gettin seasoned like a veteran We suck the venom out the snake bite, without the medicine We benefit from niggaz in tenements, dyin for benjamins So bad that they know they own coffin measurements Ghetto eloquence, in the moment of truth, don't be hesistant or fall victim to the element, word is bond So while y'all keep on fakin the funk, we gonna keep on walkin through the darkness carryin our torches - gt; DJ Premier {*scratched* I'ma give-give-give it to-to you straight Straight up and down! - gt; DJ Premier Chorus: T. Kweli and Kool G. Rap [T] Just another chapter of the night, in the ghetto afterlife Where you just seen or heard about or gonna have to fight [K] Where they sacrifice the life and niggaz see flashes of light When you trapped up in the heights but clappers aimin at the wife [Kool G. Rap] Niggaz get caught up in the struggle End up in court in trouble, sportin a bubble Ford azure bubble, importer smuggle, forcin a rumble Hit the blocks with a portion to double Flip and get tossed in the huddle Police with one piece short of the puzzle It's a hustle, peep the street life, they movin muscle and the G's'll make your knees buckle Tussle with heat until your feet stand in a pee puddle Cheese double but all the speedy niggaz bleed puddles Make the headlines; some try to escape the fed time Phone taps on direct lines - tec-9's with the red shine Jake climbin through the bedroom blinds Tryin to bring you to your deadline, it's slippery when wet signs Red time, wipe the sweat around your neck time One shot spill out your red wine, rock shots to deafen your prime Pieces of hot lead left in your mind One slug to the left of your spine Forever late to rest on the shrine { So you think that I'm a fool.. }

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