Take it How U Want It Young Gunz

[Whisper] Roc-A-Fella's the army kid

[Chris]
Your digits ain't rising fam its like you're lactose intolerant
We got fridges for the Taliban lord attire man, betta keep ya set up
Million dolla man soon to be we next up, get wet up
I been fresh since a little one
Big shots through 'em, the others travel from the little 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 of track Eight
Bitches please same C won't gas ME
Your boy's classy for those who don't know Chris
He like Hypnotiq mixed with Henny, he's ferocious
Toasters right beside and clip extending ya suppose
Throw an open fire on any nigga that approach us
Fucking roaches most of my niggas from the pro-jects 40-o-ez fuck a Moette
Mo' money mo' sex no more stress
And for the cut I take it out on my ememies, taking out all my enemies
Any coward or friend, if he bring the pain
We bringing flowers and memories and that's real
Press my hand and see if my cards reveal. Had to see some of the hardest squeal
Y'all guard ya grill

[Hook: Chris] + (Neef)
(Got a) Whole lot of loving
(Got a) Whole lot of soul
(Round a) Whole lot of thuggin' but baby that's how I roll
(Round a) Whole lot of niggas
(Round a) Whole lot of hoes
(Make a) Whole lot of digits becuz I'm sick with the flows
(Mamis) Leaving they niggas
(yeah). To leave wit a nigga
(yeah). They like oh that's that young nigga that Sigel be with
(yeah). He think he ready ohh girl I got him rollin up
They be like Chris you can get it long as you old enough