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Young Gunz Lyrics - Take It How You Want It

[Whipser] Rocafella's the army kid.

[Verse 1]
[Chris]
Your digits ainít rising fam its 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 ones. See my rocketís 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 wont 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.

[Chorus]
[Chris (Neef)]
(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.

[Verse 2]
[Sparks]
Block ? 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, Iím 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 thru 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 me? 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...

[Chorus]
[Chris (Neef)]
(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.

[Verse 3]
[Neef]
Yo same oí same oí they want me to work more just a year ago they ainít give fuck bout
boy. As far as the bank you canít get a penny up out yours so donít tell me shit about family
we starviní. You helped me stay in this group, I beg your pardon I started this before Chris
nigga donít forget make he come off the hip on what you saying out cha lips. Swelling on the
past thereís no telling if Iím blast. Put it back in bags still selling to the mass. You move
fast might crash, so I move at my own pace, ainít no love loss cause I got my own taste. You
donít put no working hands on my plate, to me that shit is snake. Them referreds? tell me sleep
safe. But wait shhhhhhh. You niggas cake we donít need no fifths my niggas wiring up the shit
while we tieing up the strip. Got a...

[Chorus]
[Chris (Neef)]
(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.

[Verse 4]
[Chris]
Exclusive nigga take it how you want it man take it from the gunners ememies wonít
dispute us (nope). They liking heat like in Bermuta, I mack a broad out in Cuba. Touch ya boss
then recruit cha. Neva lost ainít a loser, been all around the world wit my nigga Jigga yaíll
chicken scoopers plenty of times, she ainít 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 ainít come from the
same, I canít run from the pain nigga, I ainít 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. So
when bodies drop nuttin ashame. Just a big payback boy ya handgunsíll bring the big Kís back.
And spray back about a hundred and change.

[Chorus]
[Chris (Neef)]
(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.

[Verse 5]
[Chris (background)]
You dudes ainít bout nuttiní (yeah) but you front and youíre lame (yeah).
Since I was young and if I want it I claim and I got that. Niggas start blobbiní off names
where my block at. So I got a spot in the game off my profit. And I lock that yaíll 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 reppiní, two in possession like who wanna test us..HUH?

You dudes ainít bout nothing but you front and youíre lame. Since I was young and if I want
it I claim and I got that. Niggas start blobbiní off names where my block at. So I got a spot
in the game off my profit (snitches). And I lock that yaíll 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 reppiní, two in
possession like who wanna test us..HUH? NUCCA WHAT? WA?

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