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Young Gunz - Thats Right Lyrics




[Intro]
haha, it's about time niggaz
gangsta gangsta, a young gangsta, what you wanna b a gangsta, can't stop me,gangsta gangsta, a young gangsta, what you
wanna b a gangsta

[Verse 1 - Neef]
Motha f*ckas i'm comming down where it ain't nuttin nice, where niggaz hear that price and b at ya the same night, try to
kill ya got a knife f*ck a fight snatch ya life, i got thirty in my rim pipe and motha f*ck i can fight, they say we
living but i say we just a light, eachothers crunches and these niggaz b unlucky, heavy and shit, unwilling to spit,
knowing i'm like em baby brotha in tha crib and u b standing on a cliff i b witnessing a fifth, cuz i brought a lotta
hollow tips just if you niggaz clipped and we ain't on tha same tip (shit), i got to bang at ya niggaz for tha love of tha
figuers hell ya we kill eachother and kidnap they baby mothas and do dirt to ones that love us, yeah ones like no otha
sorta like ya brotha and i got my niggaz covered as long as i'm alive they alive promise i'm gon' ride and never play both
sides

[chorus X2]
don't bust and keep back now i bet you get clapped clown and you wont come back round once you hear how that mack
sounds [GUN SHOT] i bet ya you'll back down ya know how to act now on ya life, niggaz i put a price that's right

[Verse 2 - Neef]
uh thats where we live at war, bring it where your kids at, we your enemies where eva you get at, nigga you get back or
get your motha f*cking head cracked [TWO GUN SHOTS] thats where we live at, at least a hundred thousand just to get your
kids back, unsolved about that kidnap all about that rift raft when you wasn't wit that ?? so loud for tha crowd you
niggaz get back, in tha clouds when you Lakers all that chit chat, i got a fifth mag thinkin you a shit bag, running on
tha ends these niggaz put ya in them pens, staples r crazy, you f*ckas shouldnt play me, multiple stab wounds caught em
slippin should a had guns up in tha backroom, now tha lord will see em soon, we get it all late, midnight or early
afternoon when eva where eva wit that motha f*cking chedda yep

[Chorus X2]

[Verse 3 - Neef]
Most defently niggaz wont get tha recipe, tha flows stupid it's much more then music, what you tryin to get at homie i've
been through it, so don't b talk foolish cuz your life you will loose it, as soon as i pull it start the finger movement
and bullets start comming out tha top and motha f*ckas yelling down tha block screaming out somebody got shot and he left
this shit a mess, ambulence it was left, i'm a bitch wit tha tech, i wont let ya get a breath, if ya reach then you wacked
from your feet to ya kneck, if you come around tha set you wont make it out to tell it, flesh rushin from tha pellets, in
they clothes you can smell it, no witnesses to tell it, you f*cking wit a two time fellon and still i'll put two to ya
mellon and open you up, yeah you pussies started it but, don't what none of Buck put ya runners up i don't give a f*ck

[Chorus X2]

[Music, then fades]
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[Intro]
haha, it's about time niggaz
gangsta gangsta, a young gangsta, what you wanna b a gangsta, can't stop me,gangsta gangsta, a young gangsta, what you
wanna b a gangsta

[Verse 1 - Neef]
Motha f*ckas i'm comming down where it ain't nuttin nice, where niggaz hear that price and b at ya the same night, try to
kill ya got a knife f*ck a fight snatch ya life, i got thirty in my rim pipe and motha f*ck i can fight, they say we
living but i say we just a light, eachothers crunches and these niggaz b unlucky, heavy and shit, unwilling to spit,
knowing i'm like em baby brotha in tha crib and u b standing on a cliff i b witnessing a fifth, cuz i brought a lotta
hollow tips just if you niggaz clipped and we ain't on tha same tip (shit), i got to bang at ya niggaz for tha love of tha
figuers hell ya we kill eachother and kidnap they baby mothas and do dirt to ones that love us, yeah ones like no otha
sorta like ya brotha and i got my niggaz covered as long as i'm alive they alive promise i'm gon' ride and never play both
sides

[chorus X2]
don't bust and keep back now i bet you get clapped clown and you wont come back round once you hear how that mack
sounds [GUN SHOT] i bet ya you'll back down ya know how to act now on ya life, niggaz i put a price that's right

[Verse 2 - Neef]
uh thats where we live at war, bring it where your kids at, we your enemies where eva you get at, nigga you get back or
get your motha f*cking head cracked [TWO GUN SHOTS] thats where we live at, at least a hundred thousand just to get your
kids back, unsolved about that kidnap all about that rift raft when you wasn't wit that ?? so loud for tha crowd you
niggaz get back, in tha clouds when you Lakers all that chit chat, i got a fifth mag thinkin you a shit bag, running on
tha ends these niggaz put ya in them pens, staples r crazy, you f*ckas shouldnt play me, multiple stab wounds caught em
slippin should a had guns up in tha backroom, now tha lord will see em soon, we get it all late, midnight or early
afternoon when eva where eva wit that motha f*cking chedda yep

[Chorus X2]

[Verse 3 - Neef]
Most defently niggaz wont get tha recipe, tha flows stupid it's much more then music, what you tryin to get at homie i've
been through it, so don't b talk foolish cuz your life you will loose it, as soon as i pull it start the finger movement
and bullets start comming out tha top and motha f*ckas yelling down tha block screaming out somebody got shot and he left
this shit a mess, ambulence it was left, i'm a bitch wit tha tech, i wont let ya get a breath, if ya reach then you wacked
from your feet to ya kneck, if you come around tha set you wont make it out to tell it, flesh rushin from tha pellets, in
they clothes you can smell it, no witnesses to tell it, you f*cking wit a two time fellon and still i'll put two to ya
mellon and open you up, yeah you pussies started it but, don't what none of Buck put ya runners up i don't give a f*ck

[Chorus X2]

[Music, then fades]
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: AMIL WHITEHEAD, JUSTIN SMITH, LIONEL EVANS, SHAWN CARTER
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