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Young Gunz - Take It How U Want It (feat. Sparks) Lyrics

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  • [Whipser] Rocafella's the army kid.
  • [Verse 1]
  • [Chris]
  • Your digits ain't 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 ***** I school the others travel from the little gun
  • force ones. See my rocket's set?, speak my name and I ***** it wet. How can I forget see the
  • game she the same I tried to get back in grats HEY. Man them *****es bought the gift and the
  • curse and heard the verse off the track HEY. *****es 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
  • *****ing roaches most of my niggas from the pro-jects 40-o-ez ***** 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 ***** 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, 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 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 ***** you can get it long as
  • you old enough.
  • [Verse 3]
  • [Neef]
  • Yo same o' same o' they want me to work more just a year ago they ain't give ***** bout
  • boy. 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 on my plate, to me that shit is snake. Them referreds? tell me sleep
  • safe. But wait shhhhhhh. You niggas cake we don't 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 ***** 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 won't
  • dispute us (nope). 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, 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. So
  • 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.
  • [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 ***** you can get it long as
  • you old enough.
  • [Verse 5]
  • [Chris (background)]
  • You dudes ain't bout nuttin' (yeah) but you front and you're lame (yeah).
  • 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 (snitches). 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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