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Choclair F/ Memphis Bleek - Текст песни Young Gunz
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 Breath on this one right here...ri-right here
 Breath on it
 Verse 1: [Choclair]
 Now you can either try to join us or run from us, 
 but don't dispute it
 Choclair gon' leave your brain scarred
 The situation's hard
 These niggas who be hating and dissing, 
 but now I'm paid, now they looking for jobs
 I don't give a fuck of what you saw back in 9-5
 All things that I say, despite your long eyes
 Were all wise, leave you in awe like God rise
 All words that I say, All get! All kinds!
 And break all spines, and why wouldn't
 Cause when these peoples ask who diss, I be like "I did it"
 So many niggas be dissing us niggas
 But when these niggas confront 'em, 
 up in their face that they be afraid to admit it
 I slap 'em in the face and make, every rhyme spitted
 You heard this kid, roll with me, glide with me
 Take my hand, come slide with me
 Do you think you roll with Chocs and Bleek 
 (What the fuck y'all thinking)
 So don't be bringing your shit round here
 My advice to you is get your ass back
 Before it get slapped, turned out, and pushed back
 Choclair put the T-dot-O up on the map, bi-otch
 Chorus:
 [M. Bleek]- Do you ever wanna see a nigga ball at the top
 Wanna see a nigga fall, get it on with the cops
 I ain't changed, I still keep raw on the block
 Nigga hate me, I ain't never gon' stop
 [Choclair]- They don't ever wanna see a nigga ball at the top
 Wanna see a nigga fall, get it on with the cops
 I ain't changed, I still keep raw on the blockChoclair F/ Memphis Bleek - Young Gunz - http://ru.motolyrics.com/choclair-f-memphis-bleek/young-gunz-lyrics.html
 Nigga hate me, I ain't never gon' stop
Verse 2: [Memphis Bleek]
 Yo, you see the Memph man laid up, paid up
 Instead you wanna see a nigga sprayed up
 Only use the waste up
 And I still bust off nuts, with a numb dick straight up
 Fuck y'all nigga wanna do, Huh duke
 I know thug niggas creep with a gun duke
 Me too, except, I got one in the hand for the jump off
 Niggas still ain't learned the ledge, nigga jump off
 It's real here, playa, you know what the deal here
 Niggas in wheelchairs won't sit still here
 Battery pack cats, get their cavity cracked black
 In fact, I still ain't stop pointing the mack
 At y'all niggas who hate me, don't mistake me
 Nigga, the money ain't create Bleek
 When I sold trays, in hallways, and had braids
 Rob niggas, stomp niggas, for my P-Js
Chorus:
 Verse 3: [Choclair]
 Standing 6-foot-1, dark skin, smooth brother
 Knee deep, up in your women, circle, 
 be my brothers underground in the gutters
 Submerged under the nonsense
 Those happy childs fronting with that coke-and-smile walk
 Really big dick style, could stick your girl, make her smile
 Listen in, niggas say they gonna fuck me up now
 Need to understand paranormal land expands
 People catching cock stand, when I touch mic stands
 Even woolen hand strands, best believe I got lyrics up the sleeve
 Little brother from the Bridgemont-C
 People looking for a gig, your star's fading
 I say step to the side when young guns blazing
Chorus: [Repeat 2 times]














