Choclair F/ Memphis Bleek: Young Gunz

Choclair F/ Memphis Bleek
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Young Gunz
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Yeah
Breath on this one right here...ri-right here
Breath on it

Verse 1: I ain't changed, I still keep raw on the block
Nigga hate me, I ain't never gon' stop


Verse 2: [Memphis Bleek]
Yo, you see the Memph man laid up, paid up
Instead you wanna see a nigga sprayed up
Only use the waste up
And I still bust off nuts, with a numb dick straight up
Fuck y'all nigga wanna do, Huh duke
I know thug niggas creep with a gun duke
Me too, except, I got one in the hand for the jump off
Niggas still ain't learned the ledge, nigga jump off
It's real here, playa, you know what the deal here
Niggas in wheelchairs won't sit still here
Battery pack cats, get their cavity cracked black
In fact, I still ain't stop pointing the mack
At y'all niggas who hate me, don't mistake me
Nigga, the money ain't create Bleek
When I sold trays, in hallways, and had braids
Rob niggas, stomp niggas, for my P-Js

Chorus:

Verse 3: [Choclair]
Standing 6-foot-1, dark skin, smooth brother
Knee deep, up in your women, circle,
be my brothers underground in the gutters
Submerged under the nonsense
Those happy childs fronting with that coke-and-smile walk
Really big dick style, could stick your girl, make her smile
Listen in, niggas say they gonna fuck me up now
Need to understand paranormal land expands
People catching cock stand, when I touch mic stands
Even woolen hand strands, best believe I got lyrics up the sleeve
Little brother from the Bridgemont-C
People looking for a gig, your star's fading
I say step to the side when young guns blazing

Chorus: [Repeat 2 times]