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Uh...
Young Chris...
Our father...
Ill ride for my niggas Ill die for my niggas
Bodies get hard soul touch the sky
Numbers getting called
God shut my eyes ...why...yeah why
Uh, Uh.
Is they wit me or against me,
How these pussy gon convince me to start and dont follow up
And touch my momma kids follow us
My mom proud of us and plus I love the green wit in god we trust.
My mom is tough she dont care about them killing her
And I got beef wit them him him and her.
You Muthfukas betta recognize,
Everybody got burners the first that draw the opposite the next to die.
Thats how it go that aint just how I flow I still live it nigga thats how I know
In the hood everyday why you dudes eatin good everyday.
My momma working but the bills take our food everyday
Got to mention her daughter though, since the ten step pops did ten since her water broke
That nigga got like a dub then did a dime came home left my moms and did another ten.
As I walk through the North of Death
They souls gone but they voices left
They talk to me every chance they get
I got to make it for the chance they missed.
Shit we all dont get a chance like this (shiiiiit)
Its hard living homie more than music
C and Neef dog who you got us confused wit
True shit we bout to do it
Neffy dont lose it
Follow the flow homie like you followed the blueprint.
I wake up and ask the lord to forgive us
Till I die put my balls over bitches
But I cant put my balls over business
Cause Id hate to go fly when soon as I go to trial need my boy as a witness
Shit Im just another poor with the riches
Trying to keep my momma cool give her more while Im livin
Rhyming cool but it aint what I expected
Its fuck you if you aint what they expectin
They love you when you giving them records. (Got to respect it)
Just a gift I was blessed with
If yall aint impressed wit the shit I do Ill give it a rest shit (a promotion)
If I get what the rest get how can niggas neglect it
Niggas respect it the shit is method
Lean 19 giving niggas broad day
A night seems putting niggas on stretchers
My nigga Bean whole team got beams
Show you niggas be wetter we got pistols foreva
Shit is just getting better As I ...
As I walk through the North of Death
They souls gone but they voices left
They talk to me every chance they get
I got to make it for the chance they missed.
Shit we all dont get a chance like this (shiiiiit)
Its hard living homie more than music
C and Neef dog who you got us confused wit
True shit we bout to do it
Neffy dont lose it
Follow the flow homie like you followed the blueprint.
Its funny how bitches used to say he a loser,
Now people say hes the future
Now I got to stay in my grove cause Id hate to fuck around and
And Fuck around and it be my face on the news
Momma been through enough of the pain
So Ima move her but I aint moving till I got enough for the gang
Man these dudes better up up they game
The hood loves us and it aint nothing to start from the Muslim game.
Uh, no disrespect I love my niggas to death
Cause in the roc it aint about who spit it the best
And plus we way different from rest
You got a show Im rollin out
It aint about who getting the check
Ima roll until the wheels fall off
Keep rollin or you will fall off
You aint official then well clip you
Teflon dying extended both ?
Back back blocking pistol poppin pistol poppin
As I...
As I walk through the North of Death
They souls gone but they voices left
They talk to me every chance they get
I got to make it for the chance they missed.
Shit we all dont get a chance like this (shiiiiit)
Its hard living homie more than music
C and Neef dog who you got us confused wit
True shit we bout to do it
Bucky dont lose it
Follow the flow homie like you followed the blueprint. Uh
Rest in peace L-e-z...Uh.
Rest in peace O Ratty...Uh.
Rest in peace ? ...Uh.
Rest in peace my nigga Doop. Uh.
Rest in peace Joey
It hard living homie more than music...
Uh...
Who you got us confused wit...
We bout to do it...
Oh dont lose it...
Follow the flow homie like you followed the blueprint.
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