YUNG RO

YUNG RO - Yall Dont Want Us 2 Come!

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(feat. Chamillionaire, D-Black, Chamillionaire)

[Mixing by OG Ron C]

[Yung Ro]

You dont really want beef with us

Cause we the only niggaz that's beatin us

Late night at my spot, we meetin up

Either the block or the booth, we heat it up

And I'ma heat it up, plus eat it up

With my heater up, ready to heat it up

Show me a mill and I'll eat it up

Plus me and my niggaz can't eat enough

And I'ma run this race til my features bust

Overload the gas and mash, til I crash

Or my meter bust

I can see it, I'm goin, my meter's up

My adrinaline pumpin, to feed the stuff

But your a female dog, and I don't feed the pup

Matter of fact, I really don't need a pup

Kick the ho out the door, and I recieve a nutt

You say me and what?? Him? wassup?

Dawg I'm bout to EAT 'em up

Naaaw I'm bout to BEAT 'em up

But I dont wanna scuff my Fila's up

Cut ya speakers up, til the tweaters bust

Nobody language, we and us

And I fuck with Nobody but We and us

But yall think Nobody means me and what?

Look, 1, 2, 3, Noobooody!

Who fuckin wit us in this muthafucka? Noobooody!

Put a hollow tip, put it in your boooody

Flip my tongue, got 'em like - Oh Gaaaawdy

He's on fire, look STOP

Let me slow it down and change the flow

Cause it really ain't no thang to roll

Change the flow, cause I am the flow

I AM the Ro, It's Cammron Ro

In a land where No-Boooody lives

You should see what goes in-siiide of here

Alotta straight prayin, Alotta tears

Get the fuck up outta here

Nobody's allowed, and you off limits

I spit the real, and you talk gimmick

Some about cash, you about pennies

I'm about women, cash, and checks

Ass and sex, hash and wet, blastin Tecs

You outta line, your rent is due, and you past the debt

Math and sweat, grind on a everyday thing, way down in Tex

And that's it, Naw nigga

Cause even if I ran outta shit to say

I just hit Cham on a 2-way

And tell 'em to throw me click, Okay? (I'm ready)

Yall don't wanna see 'Ro come

With four guns, then blow some

One into no one, Nobody did it

You can't find NO one

A snitch, not even a bitch

Cause soon as it's over, and court is ajurned

WE - will go and find an Attorney

And wet 'em up like a shern Sweet

We don't turn cheeks, we burn beef

Think about it, who really got beef?

Messin with me, you get shot B

NooBooody! Who got me?

You don't want it with us!

You don't want it with we!

You don't want it with me!

You don't want it with C

[D-Black]

Shiiiiiit

They don't want it with D

Dash capital Black lettas

You betta watch them cats in the back of us

Cause we always keppin our gats with us

They don't know Mista Maximus

Cause if they did, then they wouldnt get out of line

If it's plex, we'll get out the nine

These cats must be out their mind

Look at how we spit out this rhymes

They don't wanna see black come

With a black gun, when I clap one

Into ya back son, cause Black's dumb

Now that's done

Cause you could get his with a hotshot to ya facial features

So stay in ya place while I sip on a ?? and peep our prey like creatures

Now I'm back with the glocks out

Better cover your ears, cause we knock loud

If we go, toe to toe, you get knocked out

??? you get blacked out

Better watch out now, Cause nothin says bustin

Like ??? cousin, gotta ounce on the stove and

A key in the oven, these bitches be lovin

The way that we comin

If we peep then we bustin, No need for discussion

I think that your bluffin, we keep the adrinaline rushin

I ?? backwards, then I go backward

Cause it's some serious fuckin

I could pull your bra without even tryin

And we can take flight, without flyin

And we could cook chickens, without even fryin

And we could shed tears, without even cryin

Bitch, These ?? G's Recognize that Nobody is us

We come with Nobody with us

So you niggaz no it's Nobody but us

[Chamillionaire]

Ay..

I'm allergic to pussy ass niggaz

And pussy ass niggaz always be the one tryin to come around

I'm not some kinda gynecologist

So I'm not gunna sit, here and be dealin with all you vagina's

Allergic to niggaz who be thinkin bout jackin

Them be the main niggaz pullin up beside us

Say 'Ro ahh - ahh - chu (gunshot)

Hand me the gat and maybe that'll clear my sinus

Can't see me, I promise

It's kinda like ya eyes is, starrin off into your eye lids

Wannabe riots

I don't see yo team, cause them niggaz be invisable as my smile is

Nigga be quiet, My team we some grinders

I'm the King, I'm ya highness

Anything ya can think of, I'm probably the king of

Like Krunk music and Lil'Jon is

Playa I promise, You can search, but won't find it

Around me, the sicker my rhyme is

There's no minus ahead of what my mind is

So tell yo mind, to get in line and stand behind his

Here's put it on ya mind kids

My lyrics bring violence, so please don't buy this

Please don't try this at home, cause it's known

To start cool and end up in three riots

Nigga we giants

There's nobody in here - YEP, Maaaan

He get money

Cause Nobody niggaz get leaves of Chronic

What about Lew Hawk man? He's dishonest

He probably got more speed then Sonic

Ain't talkin bout runnin nigga, he will front it

What about Twin? Too much weed in his stomach

Nigga call on a hater, til he get hunted

When the laws interrogate and ??? from em

Runnin with Nobody, how you seem 'em comin?

Nigga..Koop!

[OG Ron C scratches and mixes]

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