YOUNG GUNZ

YOUNG GUNZ - IT'S THE LIFE lyrics

rate me

(verse 1:Young chris)

chea, yo ayo everybody name brand

me I was same pants same top

coke and hot dogs out the same pot

since a buck I been packing weapons

only strappin niggas doin when they sexin

every head and his crew is yes man

my music and my shootin perfected

can't afford to lose I'm destin

to hit that road collect and try to hop up

out of the hood niggas frown they see me pop up

get locked up and they still with them coppers

give em somethin from the choppers i got to deal with coppers

giving them gas they need ox call the doctor

raw and uncut no mask know who shot ya

try to tell them chill for real but they don't listen though

til the 45th come kiss em under the mistole toe

and that's the last time I'm a remind ya'll

next time creepin up with somethin behind ya'll

(chorus)

It's the life

just livin it right

shoot first and don't think twice

and homie if the price is right then niggas a get at ya

bout who draw the fastest

casket or the ashes

(Verse 2:Neef Buck)

yo is lovely when your squeezin

but ugly when you're recieving them

and ya peeps going crazy in the recieving room

a gun like a lung you goin need more than one

this for every block in the ghetto or where I'm from

I started off 9 or ten runnin wit my step pops

learned how to collect from niggas and set up shizzop

never buy hard from him I learned to cook rock

summer time blizzock winter time shizzop

let the smokers run them in

all they want is 3 for 10

give up that password before you get the fuck in

before we get to buckin

leave em where they stand at

respect we demand that

now tell me where them grams at

stacks rubberband wraps the streets the limmy

got me a squadder wit a driver a soopped up hemi

be happy you in my presence i can't give you a penny

cause this nigga only tough when that shit's up in him

(chorus)

(Verse 3:Pooda Brown)

Ain't nuttin soft about me

but niggas they doubt me

so I'm a have to run through they alley

pick bread off of they balcony

then toss the gun nigga I'm outty or nigga I'm rowdy

but common sense plays a bigger part of me

pookie when it comes to the uzi it just be callin

[Mr.Brown]not bobby, or foxy, or nino

it's pooda baby the ruger baby will clean the scene though

excuse me ladies been through it lately but doin my thing though

the crib 24 hours nigga the hood casino

you lil niggas soft til that banana clip emptyin

he not there dot on his head like he an indian

it's training day nigga wake up early

or we be in your crib burners wake up shirley

cabinets and the bed nigga check that thurly

I need that cooked up cookie homie end that story

(chorus 2x)

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