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Take It How U Want It Lyrics - Tough Luv - Young Gunz

Rocafella's the army kid 

 

Your digits ain't rising fam, it's like you're lactose and tolerant 

We got fridges for the Taliban load attire man 

Betta keep ya set up million dolla man soon to be we next up 

Get wet up, I been fresh since a little one bitch I school 

 

The others travel from the little gun force one's 

See my rocket's set, speak my name and I cock it wet 

How can I forget see the game she the same 

I tried to get back in grats hey 

 

Man them bitches bought the gift and the curse and heard 

The verse off the track hey, bitches please same C won't gas me 

Your boy's classy for those who don't know Chris 

He like hypnotics mixed with Henney he's ferocious 

 

Toasters right beside and clip extending ya suppose to 

Open fire on any nigga that approach us 

Fucking roaches most of my niggas from the pro-jects 

40-o-ez fuck a moette, mo' money mo' sex, no more stress 

 

And for the cut I take it out on my ememies, taking out all my enemies 

Any coward a friend to me, if he bring the pain, we bringing flowers 

And memories and that's real, press my hand and see if my 

Cards reveal, had to see some of the hardest squeal, ya'll guard ya grill 

 

Got a whole lot of loving, got a whole lot of soul 

Round a whole lot of thuggin' but baby that's how I roll 

Round a whole lot of niggas, round a whole lot of hoes 

Make a whole lot of digits becuz I'm sick with the flows 

 

Mamis leaving they niggas, yeah, leave wit a nigga, yeah 

They like oh that's that young nigga that Sigel be with, yeah 

I think he ready ohh girl I gotta roll it up, they be like bitch 

You can get it long as you old enough 

 

Block killin' me, yeah nigga, I can tell you why these thugs ride 

Tell you why these thugs die and to the day of my demise 

I'm blowing, I'm blowing my la-la-la-la-la-la, till' I come in off this high 

Till these polies appahend me, till these pricks still to me I'm doing me 

 

I'm running crazy through the city with the two and letting my thing 

Quake on these noonies for even think that they can do me dirty 

I'm nine cluching on the west side of Philly exchanging my war 

Story with all of my little homies playing the MOB 

Who just refuse to get a job so they back 

 

And forth in and out of these correctional facilities 

I'm getting phone calls from him every week, laughing 

Talking 'bout how the whole block feeling me 

And how when he coming home he ride for me 

See that used to be me so I feel him I got love 

 

Got a whole lot of loving, got a whole lot of soul 

Round a whole lot of thuggin' but baby that's how I roll 

Round a whole lot of niggas, round a whole lot of hoes 

Make a whole lot of digits becuz I'm sick with the flows 

 

Mamis leaving they niggas, yeah, leave wit a nigga, yeah 

They like oh that's that young nigga that sigel be with, yeah 

I think he ready ohh girl I gotta roll it up, they be like bitch 

You can get it long as you old enough 

 

Yo same o' same o' they want me to work more 

Just a year ago they ain't give fuck 'bout, bot 

As far as the bank you can't get a penny up out yours 

So don't tell me shit about family, we starvin' 

 

You helped me stay in this group, I beg your pardon 

I started this before Chris nigga don't forget 

Make he come off the hip on what you saying out cha lips 

Swelling on the past there's no telling if I'm blast 

 

Put it back in bags still selling to the mass 

You move fast might crash, so I move at my own pace 

Ain't no love loss 'cause I got my own taste 

You don't put no working hands off my plate 

 

To me that shit is snake, them referreds tell me sleep safe 

But wait, you niggas cake we don't need no fifths 

My niggas wiring up the shit 

While we tieing up the strip 

 

Got a whole lot of loving, got a whole lot of soul 

Round a whole lot of thuggin' but baby that's how I roll 

Round a whole lot of niggas, round a whole lot of hoes 

Make a whole lot of digits becuz I'm sick with the flows 

 

Mamis leaving they niggas, yeah, leave wit a nigga, yeah 

They like oh that's that young nigga that sigel be with, yeah 

I think he ready ohh girl I gotta roll it up, they be like bitch 

You can get it long as you old enough 

 

Exclusive nigga take it how you want it man 

Take it from the gunners ememies won't dispute us 

They liking heat like in bermuta, I mack a broad out in cuba 

Touch ya boss then recruit cha 

 

Neva lost ain't a loser, been all around the world wit my nigga 

Jigga ya'll chicken scoopers plenty of times 

She ain't getting a penny of mine 

I turn your buns into the cinnamon kind wit one shot 

 

That one block still a envy of mine, like I ain't come from the same 

I can't run from the pain nigga, and I ain't run from a thing home 

They act a fool when they get hot, I turn the sun into rain though 

Something the game lost another one to the game 

 

From when bodies drop nuttin ashame 

Just a big payback boy ya 

Handguns'll bring the big K's back 

And spray back about a hundred and change 

 

Got a whole lot of loving, got a whole lot of soul 

Round a whole lot of thuggin' but baby that's how I roll 

Round a whole lot of niggas, round a whole lot of hoes 

Make a whole lot of digits becuz I'm sick with the flows 

 

Mamis leaving they niggas, yeah, leave wit a nigga, yeah 

They like oh that's that young nigga that Sigel be with, yeah 

I think he ready ohh girl I gotta roll it up, they be like bitch 

You can get it long as you old enough 

 

You dudes ain't 'bout nothing but you front and you're lame 

Since I was young and if I want it I claim and I got that 

Niggas start blobbin' off names where my block at 

So I got a spot in the game off my profit 

 

And I lock that ya'll cant do it no betta so why not get 

Soon to be legends Roc-A-Fella's the label property's 

The crew that I'm reppin', two in possession like 

Who wanna test us huh? 

 

You dudes ain't 'bout nothing but you front and you're lame 

Since I was young and if I want it I claim and I got that 

Niggas start blobbin' off names where my block at 

So I got a spot in the game off my profit 

 

And I lock that ya'll cant do it no betta so why not get 

Soon to be legends Roc-A-Fella's the label property's 

The crew that I'm reppin', two in possession like 

Who wanna test us huh? Nucca what? Wa? 

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