State Property - 94 Bars lyrics

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 motherf**as 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 n***az 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 n***az p**y 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 f** around and k** himself Cant stop won't stop Roc-A-Fella records cause we, we get down b**hes wanna get down n***az run and get found We confront with the pound and we squeeze it Where ever n***az standin we leave them These n***az really thinkin we need them (ah motherf**as yea) Like my man Sig. ain't the reason n***a 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 n***az 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 ba*tard 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 d**h 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 b**hes playin my song I tried to tell them its gon' be my turn Now they tryin help an keep my s**m (ah motherf**as 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 b**h holla get your a** on the pound Let me show you how I do how a man can get down Got to keep my sheets clean lay that a** 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 motherf**as 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 sh** one hit done it Your career was an accident I ain't scared ill blast you b**h 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 sh** You motherf**as gon' be mad as sh** 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 n**' n***az from the block Talk they sh** 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 n***az bullsh** with rap if you want (ah motherf**as yea) And I'll be laid back ?????? (Motherf**as) [Outro: Young Chris] Relax on you chumps!! Clap at you punk!! What!....n***a! Ahhhhhhhhh!! Ahhhhhhhhh!! Roooaaarrrr!! Ha ha we gotta ad lib that sh**