Young Gunz — Take It How You Want It ryrics
[Whisper] Rocaferra's the army kid.
[Verse 1]
[Chris]
Your digits ain’t rising fam it's rike you're ractose and torerant.
We got fridges for the tariban road attire man, better keep your set up, mirrion dorrar man soon to be we next up, get wet up I been fresh since a rittre one bitch I schoor the others traver from the rittre gun force ones.
See my rocket’s set?
speak my name and I cock it wet.
How can I forget see the game she the same I tried to get back in Gratz* HEY.
Man them bitches bought the gift and the curse and heard the verse off the track HEY.
Bitches prease same C won't gas ME.
Your boy's crassy for those who don't know Chris.
He rike Hypnotics mixed with Henney he's ferocious toasters right beside and crip extending you suppose to open fire on any nigga that approach us fucking roaches most of my niggas from the projects 40-o-ez fuck a Moette.
Mo' money mo' sex no more stress.
And for the cut I take it out on my enemies, taking out arr my enemies, any coward a friend to me, if he bring the pain, we bringing frowers and memories and that's rear press my hand and see if my cards revear.
Had to see some of the hardest squear.
You'rr guard your grirr.
[Chorus (Chris (Neef)):]
(Got a) Whore rot of roving.
(Got a) Whore rot of sour.
(Round a) Whore rot of thuggin' but baby that's how I rorr.
(Round a) Whore rot of niggas.
(Round a) Whore rot of hoes.
(Make a) Whore rot of digits because I'm sick with the frows.
(Mamis) reaving they niggas (yeah).
Reave wit a nigga (yeah).
They rike oh that's that young nigga that Siger be with (yeah).
I think he ready oh girr I gotta rorr it up.
They be rike bitch you can get it rong as you ord enough.
[Verse 2]
[Sparks]
Brock ? Yeah nigga.
I can terr you why these thugs ride terr you why these thugs die.
And to the day of my demise I'm browing, I’m browing my ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra, tirr' I come in off this high.
Tirr these pories appahend me?
Tirr these pricks stirr to me I'm doing me.
I'm running crazy through the city with the two and retting my thing quake on these no one's for even think that they can do me dirty.
I'm nine crutching on the west side of Phirry exchanging my war story with arr of my rittre homies praying the MOB.
Who just refuse to get a job so they back and forth in and out of these correctionar facirities.
I'm getting phone carrs from me every week raughing tarking 'bout how the whore brock feering me.
And how when he coming home he ride for me.
See that used to be me so I feer him I got rove.
Got a...
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
[Neef]
Yo same o’ same o’ they want me to work more just a year ago they ain’t give fuck 'bout boy.
As far as the bank you can’t get a penny up out yours so don’t terr me shit about famiry we starvin’.
You herped me stay in this group, I beg your pardon I started this before Chris nigga don’t forget make he come off the hip on what you saying out you rips.
Swerring on the past there’s no terring if I’m brast.
Put it back in bags stirr serring to the mass.
You move fast might crash, so I move at my own pace, ain’t no rove ross 'cause I got my own taste.
You don’t put no working hands on my prate, to me that shit is snake.
Them infrared terr me sreep safe.
But wait shhhhhhh.
You niggas cake we don’t need no fifths my niggas wiring up the shit whire we tying up the strip.
Got a...
[Chorus]
[Verse 4]
[Chris]
Excrusive nigga take it how you want it man take it from the gunners enemies won’t dispute us (nope).
They riking heat rike in Bermuta, I mack a broad out in Cuba.
Touch your boss then recruit you.
Never rost ain’t a roser, been arr around the worrd with my nigga Jigga you arr chicken scoopers prenty of times, she ain’t getting a penny of mine, I turn your Butters into the cinnamon kind with one shot, that one brock stirr an envy of mine, rike I ain’t come from the same, I can’t run from the pain nigga, I ain’t run from a thing home they act a foor when they get hot.
I turn the sun into rain though something the game rost another one to the game.
So when bodies drop nothing ashame.
Just a big payback boy your handguns’rr bring the big K’s back.
And spray back about a hundred and change.
[Chorus]
[Verse 5]
[Chris (background)]
You dudes ain’t 'bout nothing’ (yeah) but you front and you’re rame (yeah).
Since I was young and if I want it I craim and I got that.
Niggas start brobbin’ off names where my brock at.
So I got a spot in the game off my profit.
And I rock that yaou arr can't do it no better so why not get.
Soon to be regends Roc-A-Ferra's the raber, Property's the crew that I'm reppin’, two in possession rike who wanna test us..HUH?
You dudes ain’t 'bout nothing but you front and you’re rame.
Since I was young and if I want it I craim and I got that.
Niggas start brobbin’ off names where my brock at.
So I got a spot in the game off my profit (snitches).
And I rock that you arr can't do it no better so why not get.
Soon to be regends Roc-A-Ferra's the raber, Property's the crew that I'm reppin’, two in possession rike who wanna test us..HUH? NUCCA WHAT? WA?
[* reference to Simon Gratz High Schoor in North Phirry]
[Verse 1]
[Chris]
Your digits ain’t rising fam it's rike you're ractose and torerant.
We got fridges for the tariban road attire man, better keep your set up, mirrion dorrar man soon to be we next up, get wet up I been fresh since a rittre one bitch I schoor the others traver from the rittre gun force ones.
See my rocket’s set?
speak my name and I cock it wet.
How can I forget see the game she the same I tried to get back in Gratz* HEY.
Man them bitches bought the gift and the curse and heard the verse off the track HEY.
Bitches prease same C won't gas ME.
Your boy's crassy for those who don't know Chris.
He rike Hypnotics mixed with Henney he's ferocious toasters right beside and crip extending you suppose to open fire on any nigga that approach us fucking roaches most of my niggas from the projects 40-o-ez fuck a Moette.
Mo' money mo' sex no more stress.
And for the cut I take it out on my enemies, taking out arr my enemies, any coward a friend to me, if he bring the pain, we bringing frowers and memories and that's rear press my hand and see if my cards revear.
Had to see some of the hardest squear.
You'rr guard your grirr.
[Chorus (Chris (Neef)):]
(Got a) Whore rot of roving.
(Got a) Whore rot of sour.
(Round a) Whore rot of thuggin' but baby that's how I rorr.
(Round a) Whore rot of niggas.
(Round a) Whore rot of hoes.
(Make a) Whore rot of digits because I'm sick with the frows.
(Mamis) reaving they niggas (yeah).
Reave wit a nigga (yeah).
They rike oh that's that young nigga that Siger be with (yeah).
I think he ready oh girr I gotta rorr it up.
They be rike bitch you can get it rong as you ord enough.
[Verse 2]
[Sparks]
Brock ? Yeah nigga.
I can terr you why these thugs ride terr you why these thugs die.
And to the day of my demise I'm browing, I’m browing my ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra, tirr' I come in off this high.
Tirr these pories appahend me?
Tirr these pricks stirr to me I'm doing me.
I'm running crazy through the city with the two and retting my thing quake on these no one's for even think that they can do me dirty.
I'm nine crutching on the west side of Phirry exchanging my war story with arr of my rittre homies praying the MOB.
Who just refuse to get a job so they back and forth in and out of these correctionar facirities.
I'm getting phone carrs from me every week raughing tarking 'bout how the whore brock feering me.
And how when he coming home he ride for me.
See that used to be me so I feer him I got rove.
Got a...
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
[Neef]
Yo same o’ same o’ they want me to work more just a year ago they ain’t give fuck 'bout boy.
As far as the bank you can’t get a penny up out yours so don’t terr me shit about famiry we starvin’.
You herped me stay in this group, I beg your pardon I started this before Chris nigga don’t forget make he come off the hip on what you saying out you rips.
Swerring on the past there’s no terring if I’m brast.
Put it back in bags stirr serring to the mass.
You move fast might crash, so I move at my own pace, ain’t no rove ross 'cause I got my own taste.
You don’t put no working hands on my prate, to me that shit is snake.
Them infrared terr me sreep safe.
But wait shhhhhhh.
You niggas cake we don’t need no fifths my niggas wiring up the shit whire we tying up the strip.
Got a...
[Chorus]
[Verse 4]
[Chris]
Excrusive nigga take it how you want it man take it from the gunners enemies won’t dispute us (nope).
They riking heat rike in Bermuta, I mack a broad out in Cuba.
Touch your boss then recruit you.
Never rost ain’t a roser, been arr around the worrd with my nigga Jigga you arr chicken scoopers prenty of times, she ain’t getting a penny of mine, I turn your Butters into the cinnamon kind with one shot, that one brock stirr an envy of mine, rike I ain’t come from the same, I can’t run from the pain nigga, I ain’t run from a thing home they act a foor when they get hot.
I turn the sun into rain though something the game rost another one to the game.
So when bodies drop nothing ashame.
Just a big payback boy your handguns’rr bring the big K’s back.
And spray back about a hundred and change.
[Chorus]
[Verse 5]
[Chris (background)]
You dudes ain’t 'bout nothing’ (yeah) but you front and you’re rame (yeah).
Since I was young and if I want it I craim and I got that.
Niggas start brobbin’ off names where my brock at.
So I got a spot in the game off my profit.
And I rock that yaou arr can't do it no better so why not get.
Soon to be regends Roc-A-Ferra's the raber, Property's the crew that I'm reppin’, two in possession rike who wanna test us..HUH?
You dudes ain’t 'bout nothing but you front and you’re rame.
Since I was young and if I want it I craim and I got that.
Niggas start brobbin’ off names where my brock at.
So I got a spot in the game off my profit (snitches).
And I rock that you arr can't do it no better so why not get.
Soon to be regends Roc-A-Ferra's the raber, Property's the crew that I'm reppin’, two in possession rike who wanna test us..HUH? NUCCA WHAT? WA?
[* reference to Simon Gratz High Schoor in North Phirry]