Young Gunz Lyrics - Singles - Choclair

Uh...umm-umm 

Yeah 

Breath on this one right here...ri-right here 

Breath on it 

Verse 1: [Choclair] 

Now you can either try to join us or run from us, 

but don't dispute it 

Choclair gon' leave your brain scarred 

The situation's hard 

These niggas who be hating and dissing, 

but now I'm paid, now they looking for jobs 

I don't give a fuck of what you saw back in 9-5 

All things that I say, despite your long eyes 

Were all wise, leave you in awe like God rise 

All words that I say, All get! All kinds! 

And break all spines, and why wouldn't 

Cause when these peoples ask who diss, I be like "I did it" 

So many niggas be dissing us niggas 

But when these niggas confront 'em, 

up in their face that they be afraid to admit it 

I slap 'em in the face and make, every rhyme spitted 

You heard this kid, roll with me, glide with me 

Take my hand, come slide with me 

Do you think you roll with Chocs and Bleek 

(What the fuck y'all thinking) 

So don't be bringing your shit round here 

My advice to you is get your ass back 

Before it get slapped, turned out, and pushed back 

Choclair put the T-dot-O up on the map, bi-otch 

Chorus: 

[M. Bleek]- Do you ever wanna see a nigga ball at the top 

Wanna see a nigga fall, get it on with the cops 

I ain't changed, I still keep raw on the block 

Nigga hate me, I ain't never gon' stop 

[Choclair]- They don't ever wanna see a nigga ball at the top 

Wanna see a nigga fall, get it on with the cops 

I ain't changed, I still keep raw on the block 

Nigga hate me, I ain't never gon' stop 

Verse 2: [Memphis Bleek] 

Yo, you see the Memph man laid up, paid up 

Instead you wanna see a nigga sprayed up 

Only use the waste up 

And I still bust off nuts, with a numb dick straight up 

Fuck y'all nigga wanna do, Huh duke 

I know thug niggas creep with a gun duke 

Me too, except, I got one in the hand for the jump off 

Niggas still ain't learned the ledge, nigga jump off 

It's real here, playa, you know what the deal here 

Niggas in wheelchairs won't sit still here 

Battery pack cats, get their cavity cracked black 

In fact, I still ain't stop pointing the mack 

At y'all niggas who hate me, don't mistake me 

Nigga, the money ain't create Bleek 

When I sold trays, in hallways, and had braids 

Rob niggas, stomp niggas, for my P-Js 

Chorus: 

Verse 3: [Choclair] 

Standing 6-foot-1, dark skin, smooth brother 

Knee deep, up in your women, circle, 

be my brothers underground in the gutters 

Submerged under the nonsense 

Those happy childs fronting with that coke-and-smile walk 

Really big dick style, could stick your girl, make her smile 

Listen in, niggas say they gonna fuck me up now 

Need to understand paranormal land expands 

People catching cock stand, when I touch mic stands 

Even woolen hand strands, best believe I got lyrics up the sleeve 

Little brother from the Bridgemont-C 

People looking for a gig, your star's fading 

I say step to the side when young guns blazing 

Chorus: [Repeat 2 times]