[Intro - Young Chris + (Neef)]
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Six figure, woo
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Uh, Youngunaz (Youngunaz) Chris and Neef (That's right)
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Jeah, uh, this official State P. representers
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Jeah, woo, woo, ahh
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[Chorus - Young Chris]
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Can't stop, won't stop, Rocafella Records
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'Cause we, we get down baby, we get down baby
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The girls, the girls, they love us
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Cause we stay fresh to death, we the best nothing less
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[Verse 1 - Young Chris]
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They don't make us so break us, when they make-up to break up (No)
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See the Jacob, fix they lil' make up (Uh)
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That's them Youngunaz Chris and Lil' Neefy
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Wishin they was the one what Chris got Lil' Kee Kee (That's right)
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Home base Sham Coo back dere (Uh huh)
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Keep ya mouth shut, we might do that dere
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Yep, it's only right, that the whole block stares
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Hop out the Bimp, with blue and white airs
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When I say move nigga let's go and get left yo
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Mami feelin my begets so my whole neck glow
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Say I'm young but I can sex though
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Now could it be I'm the one ladies check fo'
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Yes hoe, got grown women my momma age, fuck me all kinda ways
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Suck and swallow everything, way before them rhyming days
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Naw it ain't bout the age, it's all in da stroke
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Bitches thought I was a joke, 'til they got my jammies, HEY!
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[Chorus x2]
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[Verse 2 - Neef + (Young Chris)]
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Yep, it's only right we don't feed 'em no cash
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We ain't flea 'em and pass soon when we see 'em we pass 'em
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Yep, I know they hate 'cause we seein that cash
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And seein right pass 'em, and I don't wanna access 'em
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No, no, don't make me the bad one
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Then negotiate, when the man wit the badge come
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You know the rules, when a nigga was yappin
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Ain't no rappin, when we see 'em we clappin
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Plastic bag 'em, then we findin a ditch (Yeah)
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Toss the magnum, then we findin his bitch (Yeah)
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Then take a step over the shit we left over
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Now I gotta and tell, my niggaz what happen
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Niggaz better believe, we the youngest in charge (Yeah)
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Ain't takin a deal man, I run wit a charge (Yeah)
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Chris and Neef, we runnin this rap shit
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State Property poppin anyone of you bastards
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[Chorus x2]
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[Verse 3 - Young Chris]
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They see the Younguna, all the girlie, girlies
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Wanna see the Younguna once they see the Rocawear (Wear)
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Little bit of jewels plus I treat 'em like I care (Care)
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Safe home base I just treat 'em like a spare (Yeah)
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You know I stay wit a beautiful little thing
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And after me, it's Neef abusin that little thing, look (together)
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You better tuck your girl, if she hot fam' (together)
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'Cause I'm pretty sure, she a rock fan
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Mami do you want, us or him
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Ain't no "I" in a team, fuck wit me, fuck wit them
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Get the ride for my dogs, that's the game baby girl
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Ain't no shame keep it clean, keep a eye on my dogs (You know)
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Never brag, never blab what you saw
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Let them motherfuckers know you just as fast on the draw (Fo' show)
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Let 'em know you need some cash for the drawls (Wooo)
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Keep the shit between us, so they be blast on the saw
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[Chorus x2]
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Can't Stop Won't Stop
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| Young Gunz |
