YOUNG GUNZ - North Of Death lyrics
(speaking)
Uh... Young Chris... Lost so many homies to this game... Our father
Ride for my niggas
Die for my niggas
Get high with my niggas
Split pies with my niggas
'Til my body get hard, soul touch the sky
'Til my numbers get called and got shut my eyes
Ride... yeah niggas Ride
Verse 1
Is they with my or against me/
How these pussies gonna convince me to start and don't follow up/
It touch my heart when kids follow us, my mom proud of us/
Plus I love the green when in God we trust/
My mama's stuck, so you don't care about them killin' her?/
And I got beef with them, him, him, or her/
You muthafuckas better recognize/
And everybody got burners, the first to draw the opposites the next to die/
That's how it go, that ain't just how I flow/
I still live it nigga that's how I know, in the hood everyday/
How you dudes eating good everyday/
But mama working but the bills take out food every pay/
Got the bitch in her daughter though/
Since a ten step, pops did ten since her water broke/
That nigga got like a thug, then did a dime/
Came home left my moms and did another ten/
Chorus
As I walk through the North of Death/
They souls gone but their voices left/
They talk to me every chance the get, I gotta make it for the chance they missed/
Shit we all don't get a chance like this/
It's hard living homie, more than music/
C and Neef dawg who you got us confused with/
True shit we 'bout to do it, Neefy don't lose it/
Follow the flow homie like you follow the blueprint/
Verse 2
I wake up and ask the Lord to forgive us/
'Til I die put my boys over bitches/
But I can't put my boys over business, cuz I'd hate to go wild/
When soon's I go to trial be my boy as a witness/
Shit I'm just another poor with the riches/
Trying keep my mama cool, give her more while I living/
Rhyming cool, but it ain't what I expected/
It's fuck you if you ain't what they expected, they love when you giving records/
(you gotta respect it) it's just the gift I was blessed with/
If ya'll ain't impressed with the shit I do, I'll give it a rest, shit/
(But promotions) If I get what the rest get, how can niggas neglect it/
Niggas respect it, shit it's a method, lean/
19 giving niggas broad shit (day and night seems)/
Putting niggas on stretchers, nigga 'peam, whole team, got Beans, so you niggas get wet up/
We got pistols forever, shit it's just getting better... as I/
As I walk through the North of Death/
They souls gone but their voices left/
They talk to me every chance the get, I gotta make it for the chance they missed/
Shit we all don't get a chance like this/
It's hard living homie, more than music/
C and Neef dawg who you got us confused with/
True shit we 'bout to do it, Neefy don't lose it/
Follow the flow homie like you follow the blueprint/
Verse 3
It's funny how bitches used to say he's a loser/
Now people say he's the future/
And I got to stay on my groove/
Cuz I'd hate to buck around and, and fuck around it'd be my face on the news/
Mama been through enough of the pain/
So I'm a move her, But I ain't moving 'til I gotta enough the game/
Man these dudes better up up their game/
The hood love us, and their ain't nothing to start from the muscler gang/
No disrespect I love my niggas to death/
Cuz in the ROC it ain't about who spit it the best/
And plus we way different from rest/
You gotta show I'm rolling out, it ain't about who getting them checks/
I'm a roll out 'til the wheels fall off/
Keep rolling or you will fall off, you ain't official they will clip you/
Teflon Don, extended both pistols/
Bang bang block and pistol grinding, pistol popping... as I/
As I walk through the North of Death/
They souls gone but their voices left/
They talk to me every chance the get, I gotta make it for the chance they missed/
Shit we all don't get a chance like this/
It's hard living homie, more than music/
C and Neef dawg who you got us confused with/
True shit we 'bout to do it, Bucky don't lose it/
Follow the flow homie like you follow the blueprint
