| Uh…
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| Young Chris…
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| Our father…
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| I’ll ride for my niggas I’ll die for my niggas
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| Bodies get hard soul touch the sky
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| Numbers getting called
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| God shut my eyes… why…yeah why
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| Uh, Uh.
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| Is they wit me or against me,
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| How these pussy gon' convince me to start and don’t follow up
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| And touch my momma kids follow us
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| My mom proud of us and plus I love the green wit in god we trust.
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| My mom is tough she don’t care about them killing her
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| And I got beef wit them him him and her.
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| You Muthfukas betta recognize,
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| Everybody got burners the first that draw the opposite the next to die.
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| That’s how it go that ain’t just how I flow I still live it nigga that’s how I
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| know
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| In the hood everyday why you dudes eatin' good everyday.
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| My momma working but the bills take our food everyday
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| Got to mention her daughter though, since the ten step pops did ten since her
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| water broke
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| That nigga got like a dub then did a dime came home left my moms and did
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| another ten.
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| As I walk through the North of Death
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| They souls gone but they voices left
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| They talk to me every chance they get
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| I got to make it for the chance they missed.
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| Shit we all don’t get a chance like this (shiiiiit)
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| It’s hard living homie more than music
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| C and Neef dog who you got us confused wit
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| True shit we bout to do it
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| Neffy don’t lose it
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| Follow the flow homie like you followed the blueprint.
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| I wake up and ask the lord to forgive us
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| Till I die put my balls over bitches
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| But I can’t put my balls over business
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| Cause I’d hate to go fly when soon as I go to trial need my boy as a witness
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| Shit I’m just another poor with the riches
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| Trying to keep my momma cool give her more while I’m livin'
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| Rhyming cool but it ain’t what I expected
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| It’s fuck you if you ain’t what they expectin'
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| They love you when you giving them records. |
| (Got to respect it)
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| Just a gift I was blessed with
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| If y’all ain’t impressed wit the shit I do I’ll give it a rest shit (a
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| promotion)
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| If I get what the rest get how can niggas neglect it
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| Niggas respect it the shit is method
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| Lean 19 giving niggas broad day
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| A night seems putting niggas on stretchers
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| My nigga Bean whole team got beams
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| Show you niggas be wetter we got pistols foreva
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| Shit is just getting better As I …
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| As I walk through the North of Death
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| They souls gone but they voices left
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| They talk to me every chance they get
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| I got to make it for the chance they missed.
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| Shit we all don’t get a chance like this (shiiiiit)
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| It’s hard living homie more than music
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| C and Neef dog who you got us confused wit
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| True shit we bout to do it
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| Neffy don’t lose it
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| Follow the flow homie like you followed the blueprint.
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| It’s funny how bitches used to say he a loser,
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| Now people say he’s the future
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| Now I got to stay in my grove cause I’d hate to fuck around and
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| And Fuck around and it be my face on the news
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| Momma been through enough of the pain
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| So I’ma move her but I ain’t moving till I got enough for the gang
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| Man these dudes better up up they game
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| The hood loves us and it ain’t nothing to start from the Muslim game.
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| Uh, no disrespect I love my niggas to death
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| Cause in the roc it ain’t about who spit it the best
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| And plus we way different from rest
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| You got a show I’m rollin' out
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| It aint about who getting the check
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| I’ma roll until the wheels fall off
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| Keep rollin or you will fall off
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| You ain’t official then we’ll clip you
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| Teflon dying extended both?
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| Back back blocking pistol poppin' pistol poppin
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| As I…
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| As I walk through the North of Death
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| They souls gone but they voices left
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| They talk to me every chance they get
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| I got to make it for the chance they missed.
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| Shit we all don’t get a chance like this (shiiiiit)
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| It’s hard living homie more than music
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| C and Neef dog who you got us confused wit
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| True shit we bout to do it
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| Bucky don’t lose it
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| Follow the flow homie like you followed the blueprint. |
| Uh
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| Rest in peace L-e-z…Uh.
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| Rest in peace O Ratty… Uh.
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| Rest in peace? |
| …Uh.
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| Rest in peace my nigga Doop. |
| Uh.
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| Rest in peace Joey
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| It hard living homie more than music…
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| Uh…
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| Who you got us confused wit…
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| We bout to do it…
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| Oh don’t lose it…
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| Follow the flow homie like you followed the blueprint. |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song North Of Death , by - Young Gunz. Song from the album Tough Luv, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп