Yung Berg - Where Do We Go lyrics

Bro whats poppin

Its bout time real shy town niggas link up

Without no further a due

I give you

Yung Berg and Twista lets get it in

Where do we go from here

Now that all of the children are grown up

And i will respend my time

Knowing nobody gives us a hand

Aye (Aye)

If ya'll niggas dont get ya money right

This time you know what sayin

I'm giving niggas til the end of 07 bout 08

(Where we going)

My bank account gon have 8 digits that is

Lets go (Lets go)

Nobody gave me nothing

I made 50 of a pack

When i made 100

I ran straight to the block

Bounced back with the work like

(Take it all you need me)

Yes sir

Niggas better get wit the program

Im fast on a track

But I kill a slow jam

Oh man, god damn

(Take it all you need me)

YB gang thats the new thang

Brand new chain is straight from hussein

Mo shoes mo cars

(Take it all you need me)

Mo clothes mo brain

Oh yeah

You done seen a few niggas

Wit a yang like me

Never really had doh

And shorty like my

Never roled around in a drop top V

Like me, like we, YB, thats us

Too fast, too hard

(Take it all you need me)

Young buck, catch up

Yep

Imma prime time player

Shorty dont smoke weed

She a high time hater and

Why date her hand

My paper is,

(Take it all you need me)

Few taller than, a skyscraper

Niggas better know how to ride the 101

Big shotgun and i buy another one

And another (and another)

And another (and another)

(Take it all you need me)

Keep going, is you wit it

You aint got shit to say less you did it

You aint never came from nothin and blew wit it

(But) who did it

(Yep) I did it

YB, thats the new

Where do we go from here

Where do we go from here

(Take it all you need me)

Where we going from here niggas

I know where we going

But where you going

Don't miss the train nigga

Headed straight to the yung boss mansion

Southside stand up

Location top of the world

Westside get up K-Town

Twista get em

Now now

Im a old g in the city and ya knew one day

A nigga was gon come along and spit that real shit

Wanna bet, what

(Take it all you need me)

That he too much of a thug for you

Wanna be ballers out here to deal with

Make it competition go sit on the couch for him

If he need work imma hand it out for him

If he need a pistol imma hand it out for him

(Take it all you need me)

Yung Berg and the Twista and i'll vouch for him

Thats me

Could spit it just so i could spit it

Flow a just so could flow a

Fuck her like i could fuck her

(Take it all you need me)

Do her like i could do her

Get it how you got to get it

Me and my boy came up on tha block

Hustling by the bulding

Just stacking the money up to the ceilin

Aint no penicillin finna hit em

When im dealing wit em ask Yung Berg

Where we go after we kill em

Cuz we gettin money and the roof gon be so wicked

Is the reason we can kick it how we kick and

Its the reason why we pull up on the 30's

(Take it all you need me)

And the hummers and

We dont give a fuck if we get a ticket and

Why I pay a hundred dollars for a watch

Five Fifty for a ounce a Kush

Three Fifty for a pair of jeans

And thirty thousand for a charger

(Take it all you need me)

Two Hundred for all cops on the first look

Got money on the books

And we got the dollars for impalers

And the thumpers and the hummers

And im throwing out the other figgas

Yung B E R to the G wit the TB some killas

And we never taking shit from off another nigga

Everytime i had mo of to dank

Niggas think i be finish

But i got mo in the tank

Imma score about 80 on em

And go in the paint

(Take it all you need me)

Imma take a chunk of ya chip

And then go to the bank so uh

Where do we go from here

Where do we go from here

(Take it all you need me)

Yes sir

Niggas said Dr Wine wasnt nothing

3 years later Dr Wine got a budget

4 years later now everybody love it

(Take it all you need me)

GGGOOOOODDDDD FUCKING DAMN

Niggas said June wasnt that hot

JB sitting back and i was gon flop

Now we on top like dog i told ya

(Take it all you need me)

M holla whats good miss ride out

Let these motherfuckers

Know what we talk about

Left lane, yung boss

Get ya money we bout to turn the lights out

We about to take it straight to the white house

Cook crack clean it up then i write down

Everything that i see we i come around

(Take it all you need me)

Every state every hood that i've been around

84th just seen to the buggie down

Niggas know i blow weed when i put it down

Niggas know i got love niggas know i been plugged

(Take it all you need me)

Thats right imma a prince of the shy town

So where my southside niggas at right now

We gon all line up in a single file

And give the whole world something they can sing about

(Take it all you need me)

Rule 1 better live what you speak bout

Rule 2 dont slip when you creep out

Rule 3 grab heat when you leave out

Rule 4 dont rush nigga ease out

(Take it all you need me)

And Rule 5 fall or die

Cop that shit that the ballers buy

Ride that wip that the ballers drive

Big GT Royce Chevy thats ridin high

Swang on em when you ridin by and im gone

Where do we go from here

Where do we go from here

(Take it all you need me)

Yea

Its the boss baby

Look what you made me

Where we going from here

So you ridin wit us so good luck

You could be with this or that

Yea

So there you have it

Eat your fucking heart out on this one

Yung Berg, Twista

Ugh