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[Young Chris] (Beanie Sigel)

It's young C youngest from State P

All the thorough breads roll your la la la

And all the girls wanna spend the night tonight

Get right tonight, tonights the night

Its Young G's thats Young Neef

Thats right thats the other half of me

And all the girlies dream of having me

And they mad at me(ah motherfuckas yea)

Kept my business straight I'm learnin the game

Earning a little change of the realest thing

Half the realest fake got to check these broads

These niggaz ain't built a deck of cards

Man yall was on the steps with yalls

We had connects you lames

And was a threat to the set you claimed

And still is homie that still is closer than ever

You niggaz pussy and you know its whatever

So don't push me yea you would try keepin us back

Why don't yall dudes try to keepin it rap

And leave us alone can't leave it at home

In the streets where we at to get you

When you least expect it be your peoples that clapped

Its real in the streets of Illadelphia

Allthe boss can't pay fuck around and kill himself

Cant stop won't stop Roc-A-Fella records cause we, we get down

Bitches wanna get down niggaz run and get found

We confront with the pound and we squeeze it

Where ever niggaz standin we leave them

These niggaz really thinkin we need them(ah motherfuckas yea)

Like my man Sig. ain't the reason nigga please its a PA thing

Yall don't really wanna see they gang

Think of Philly we you see they gang

Got guns all the time on us

We from the block where the sun never shine on us

Get knocked on the one dropped a dime on us

Pee your own blood motormouth niggaz

Till they see they own blood and they on they last breath

I hit his mug ain't no open casket left over ashes

I was labeled as a left over bastard until that contract

They want me dead I see through them contacts

So they try to him me through them contracts

Yea the boy wonder they boy gunner

I stay fresh to death had the other boys under pressure

They had to step they gear up

If not they knew not to go near her

Cause she never messed with lames

She messed with older guys that messed with caine

We was the younger dudes up next in the game

But she was young and dumb so she cared less of the game

You know that game and the same old song

Now I ride around hearin them bitches playin my song

I tried to tell them its gon' be my turn

Now they tryin help an keep my sperm(ah motherfuckas yea)

It's ok I'm still young anyway I can last all night

We can hump anyday I got chunks put away

And some chunk on the way used the pump where I laid

Now its pumps where I lay chumps wanna play we backin them down

Thats what you get for approaching with out askin around

You know we get our toaster with out pattin us down

It's the ROC bitch holla get your ass on the pound

Let me show you how I do how a man can get down

Got to keep my sheets clean lay that ass on the ground

Think its all just rap let me arch that back

You ain't got to be shy baby toss that back

And most of these stories ain't worth the doe

I can't relate to commercial flows

I'm from the hood ain't nothing all good but you worthless hoe

????? work these hoes (ah motherfuckas yea)

I was broke gettin doe from hoes

Gettin doe gettin doe from hoes

Grown men drownin hold your nose stop

Falling through these chickenheads

And focus little more on your business here

You ain't radio you dudes is lames

We bringin the painto the game you dudes radio

And most of yall one hit wonders

The ones who done a little number shit one hit done it

Your career was an accident

I ain't scared ill blast you bitch

And get the cash to get out or buy a nice lawyer

Get a high price lawyer

Ill be out soon as the judge see my status shit

You motherfuckas gon' be mad as shit

Once the young gunnas drop

Yea the youngest from the ROC

Just what Dame needed did a couple of futures

Did the mixtapes and got the game heated

The same little nigg'niggaz from the block

Talk theyshit about the ROC and you just was a fan

Before I got Jay just was your man

Now you dislike us cause you ain't in our plans

I understand keep doing what you doing

Give up or you'll be givin up a hell of a chance

You niggaz bullshit with rap if you want(ah motherfuckas yea)

And I'll be laid back ??????(Motherfuckas)



[Outro: Young Chris]

Relax on you chumps!!

Clap at you punk!!

What!....nigga!

Ahhhhhhhhh!!

Ahhhhhhhhh!!

Roooaaarrrr!!

Ha ha we gotta ad lib that shit
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94 Bars Lyrics

Young Chris – 94 Bars Lyrics

Songwriters: HAMILTON, CHAD WESLEY / PRESSON, RYAN CHRISTOPHER / BELL, WILLIAM / MCDUFFIE, JAMES / RIES, CHRISTOPHER
94 Bars lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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