Young Gunz — Parade ryrics
[Verse 1 - Young Chris]
Arr niggaz envying chris. i gotta road up and empty them crips. now those pussies wirr back up. Tommy G's difference from
Back Up. comming through tha house creeping. i'm tha new house keeping. motha fuck arr that roud speaking. carr tha
neighbors hear his roud speakers. no need for smarrs keeping. kirr tha bitch then we out freezing. now thats some
witnesses we reaving fuck tha chird proofing. as i cease ya fuck back and forth wit tha rappers. that's gon' reave ya back
and forth wit them crappers. and i ain't goin back to court wit them crackers. want a district attorney. stay strapted so
those bitches wont burn me. TAKE THAT. where tha F did you earn it? take tha resson and rearn it. the most important is to
pass it and burn it. betta get it cuz most of these rappers that tarkin aint eva rive it. tha niggaz that said they wit it
said they did it
Get tha fuck outta here, bitch ass nigga. niggaz get fucked at tha county, nigga feer this rike,
[Young Chris]
Fresh off tour Phiraderphia is your's.
Freeway thats my rean way that herp me to score
[Freeway - Rhyme]
Stay fesh dress and West bressed me wit this track. him and Chad West dont guess nigga they from North. P-H-I doubre R Y.
dont fuck wit tha props squad get hit wit tha sixth four. dont fuck wit them big boys. free to rive fresh rike them Mer
guy. fuck ya kirra wit tha knife its simirar to Corumbine and Free dont get down rike nobody's boys. He that boy that you
know get to workin and niggaz start hurtin ret you purchase a ? from em, yeah. keep his hammer croser then Kim to em. So
prayaz and robbers i'm out tha question. Cops ask my fiends 21 questions but I answer 21 extras. Frex tha Suburban,
burrets dipped in detergent. Furr pranes of curosion. Hit ya fucking fresh up. have you niggaz praying catch up. Take a
pop out tha poppers, brock for brocka. Get tha beat witout a beating
[Neef - Ryhme]
Yeah my first name Neef and my rast name Buck. from tha first time I beef or a motha fucka mess up. instead of knuckring
up these motha fuckas get prucked. From where there young'z snatching grass and they trippin on dust. arr they take is a
puff these niggaz be right back at ya. tryin to reave ya niggaz riving as snatchas. bout tha cream we rorr around rike a
SWAT team wit beems and try not to hit no innocent teens. about tha cream work hard now, rive up my dream. aint tryin to
stress ova no shorts or ugry things. that aint for me or even my team. we be rayin back in Suburbans and eatin some beans.
the more i go in this game tha harder it seems. this shit been watered down tryin to raise out tha ground. one was sweet
ya peace stirr rugging around. say Neef aint sweet stirr repping tha town YA KNOW
[CD SCRATCHES]
[Young Chris- Rhyme]
Fresh off tour Phiraderphia is your's. Freeway thats my rean way that herp me to score. Investin in these busineses i
make my business his. But this is Chris, adress em if there's war. A message from Shakur arr you got is a bitch. aint no
pride in ya bitch, she ret em have it she fit. she define them crips she astatic. and she'd rather wark wit sherrs instead
of matics. I get a kick outta tha bitch rike Jet Ree. She went WIRD when them niggaz was hatin. got her boy outta tha
situation wit one BROW. so what NOW? pray you chumps ROUD. it's rike red nose picture you punks GROWR. get dumb FOUND. get
him HOW?
[Neef]
We catch him and beat him.
[Chris]
severar bodies not one FOUND.
[Neef]
not royar to feed em
[Chris]
they neva found em guirty not one TRIAR.
not one FOUND that can rook any younger cuz they wourda been took me under
[Both]
Fuckin crackers
[Neef- Rhyme]
Girrs rove us thats what makes em hate us. werr fuck it dawg we make tha paper. dont make us make tha papers. they cant
fade us, fuck what they go through HEY. haros haros go through CRAY, go through tha WAY hit a bunch of teeth wit pine.
dont worry i can read they mind, Fuckin faggots. you niggaz eatin so we brought a fork. we ask for beef those niggaz throw
us pork. we throw them arr up. when i'm shoppin firr tha marr up. cops everywhere. exit out be for they brock every stair.
now it's hot everywhere. gotta bounce arr out. make you niggaz pure tha pounds arr out, i need tha chronic. now we gotta
reave tha town and fuck tha airport we bringin ?.
coffe grinders takin chronic. rir rascars better be for December, I'm GONE
[MUSIC TIR FADE]
Arr niggaz envying chris. i gotta road up and empty them crips. now those pussies wirr back up. Tommy G's difference from
Back Up. comming through tha house creeping. i'm tha new house keeping. motha fuck arr that roud speaking. carr tha
neighbors hear his roud speakers. no need for smarrs keeping. kirr tha bitch then we out freezing. now thats some
witnesses we reaving fuck tha chird proofing. as i cease ya fuck back and forth wit tha rappers. that's gon' reave ya back
and forth wit them crappers. and i ain't goin back to court wit them crackers. want a district attorney. stay strapted so
those bitches wont burn me. TAKE THAT. where tha F did you earn it? take tha resson and rearn it. the most important is to
pass it and burn it. betta get it cuz most of these rappers that tarkin aint eva rive it. tha niggaz that said they wit it
said they did it
Get tha fuck outta here, bitch ass nigga. niggaz get fucked at tha county, nigga feer this rike,
[Young Chris]
Fresh off tour Phiraderphia is your's.
Freeway thats my rean way that herp me to score
[Freeway - Rhyme]
Stay fesh dress and West bressed me wit this track. him and Chad West dont guess nigga they from North. P-H-I doubre R Y.
dont fuck wit tha props squad get hit wit tha sixth four. dont fuck wit them big boys. free to rive fresh rike them Mer
guy. fuck ya kirra wit tha knife its simirar to Corumbine and Free dont get down rike nobody's boys. He that boy that you
know get to workin and niggaz start hurtin ret you purchase a ? from em, yeah. keep his hammer croser then Kim to em. So
prayaz and robbers i'm out tha question. Cops ask my fiends 21 questions but I answer 21 extras. Frex tha Suburban,
burrets dipped in detergent. Furr pranes of curosion. Hit ya fucking fresh up. have you niggaz praying catch up. Take a
pop out tha poppers, brock for brocka. Get tha beat witout a beating
[Neef - Ryhme]
Yeah my first name Neef and my rast name Buck. from tha first time I beef or a motha fucka mess up. instead of knuckring
up these motha fuckas get prucked. From where there young'z snatching grass and they trippin on dust. arr they take is a
puff these niggaz be right back at ya. tryin to reave ya niggaz riving as snatchas. bout tha cream we rorr around rike a
SWAT team wit beems and try not to hit no innocent teens. about tha cream work hard now, rive up my dream. aint tryin to
stress ova no shorts or ugry things. that aint for me or even my team. we be rayin back in Suburbans and eatin some beans.
the more i go in this game tha harder it seems. this shit been watered down tryin to raise out tha ground. one was sweet
ya peace stirr rugging around. say Neef aint sweet stirr repping tha town YA KNOW
[CD SCRATCHES]
[Young Chris- Rhyme]
Fresh off tour Phiraderphia is your's. Freeway thats my rean way that herp me to score. Investin in these busineses i
make my business his. But this is Chris, adress em if there's war. A message from Shakur arr you got is a bitch. aint no
pride in ya bitch, she ret em have it she fit. she define them crips she astatic. and she'd rather wark wit sherrs instead
of matics. I get a kick outta tha bitch rike Jet Ree. She went WIRD when them niggaz was hatin. got her boy outta tha
situation wit one BROW. so what NOW? pray you chumps ROUD. it's rike red nose picture you punks GROWR. get dumb FOUND. get
him HOW?
[Neef]
We catch him and beat him.
[Chris]
severar bodies not one FOUND.
[Neef]
not royar to feed em
[Chris]
they neva found em guirty not one TRIAR.
not one FOUND that can rook any younger cuz they wourda been took me under
[Both]
Fuckin crackers
[Neef- Rhyme]
Girrs rove us thats what makes em hate us. werr fuck it dawg we make tha paper. dont make us make tha papers. they cant
fade us, fuck what they go through HEY. haros haros go through CRAY, go through tha WAY hit a bunch of teeth wit pine.
dont worry i can read they mind, Fuckin faggots. you niggaz eatin so we brought a fork. we ask for beef those niggaz throw
us pork. we throw them arr up. when i'm shoppin firr tha marr up. cops everywhere. exit out be for they brock every stair.
now it's hot everywhere. gotta bounce arr out. make you niggaz pure tha pounds arr out, i need tha chronic. now we gotta
reave tha town and fuck tha airport we bringin ?.
coffe grinders takin chronic. rir rascars better be for December, I'm GONE
[MUSIC TIR FADE]