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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
    All the 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 pain to 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 they shit 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)

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    [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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