94 Bars Songtext
von Young Chris

It′s Young C, Youngins from state P
All the thoroughbreds roll ya lalala
And all the girls wanna spend the night tonight
Get right tonight, tonight's the night
It′s Young G's, that's Young Neef
That′s right that′s the other half of me
And all the girlies dream of having me
And they mad at me
(Motherfuckers, yeah)


Getting my business straight, I'm learning the game
Earn a little change off that real estate, half the real is fake
Got to check these broads, these niggas ain′t deal a deck of cards
Man y'all was on the step with Charles
We had connects you lames and was a threat to that set you claim
And still is, homey that still is closer than ever
You niggas pussy and you know it′s whatever
So don't push me
Yeah you would try keeping us back
Why don′t you dudes try keeping it rap and leave us alone
Can't leave it at home in the streets where we at
They get you when you least expect it, be your peoples that clap
It's real in the streets of Illadelphia
All the boss that can′t pay fuck around and kill hisself
Can′t stop, won't stop Roc-A-Fella Records
Cause we, we get down, bitches wanna get down
Niggas run and get found, we confront with the pound
And we squeezing, wherever niggas stand and we leave ′em
These niggas really thinking we need them
Like my man C ain't the reason
Nigga please, this a PA thing
You don′t really wanna see they gang
Think of Philly when you see they gang
Got guns all the time on us
We from the block where the sun never shine on us
Get knocked in the one, drop a dime on us
Be your own blood, motor mouth niggas 'til they see they own blood
They on they last breath
I hit a slug, ain′t no open casket, left over ashes
I was labeled as a left over bastard until that contract
They want me dead, I see through them contacts
So they try to hit me through them contracts
Yeah the boy wonder, the boy gunner
I stay fresh to death, had the other boys under
Pressure, they had to step they gear up
If not they knew not to go near her
Cause she never messed with lames
She messed with older guys that messed with Kane
We was the younger dudes up next in the game
But she was young and dumb so she cared less of the game
You know the game and that same old song
Now I ride around hear them bitches playing my song
I try to tell 'em it's gon′ be my turn
Now they try to hump and keep my sperm
It′s okay, I'm still young anyway
I can last all night, we can hump any day
I got chunk put away and some chunk on the way
Used to pump Wale, now it′s pumps where I lay
Chumps wanna play, we bagging 'em down
That′s what you get for approaching without asking around
You know we get our toast and without patting us down
It's the Roc bitch holla, get your ass in the pound
Let me show you how I do, how a mack can get down
Gotta keep my sheets clean, lay that ass on the ground
Think it′s all just rap, let me arch that back
You ain't got to be shy, baby toss that back
And most of these stories ain't worth the dough
I can′t relate to commercial flows, I′m from the hood
Ain't nothing all good but you worthless hoes
You think John Mickens work these hoes
I was broke getting dough from hoes
Getting dough, getting dough from hoes
Grown men drown and hold your nose
Stop falling through these chicken heads
And focus lil′ boy on your business here
You ain't ready yo, you dudes is lame
We bringing the pain to the game, you dudes radio
And most of y′all one hit wonders
The ones that done a little number shit, one hit done it
Your career was an accident, I ain't scared
I′ll blast you bitch and get the cash to get out
Or buy a nice lawyer, get a high price lawyer
I be out soon as the judge see my status, shit
You motherfuckers gon' be mad as shit
Once the young gunners drop, yeah the youngins from the Roc
Just what Dame needed, did a couple of features
The rest mixtapes and got the game heated
The same little nigga, niggas from the block
Talk they shit about the Roc and you just was a fan
Before I got on, Jay just was your man
Now you dislike us cause you ain't in our plans
So I just stand keep doing what you keep doing
Give up and you′ll be giving up a hell of a chance
You niggas bullshit with rap if you want
And I′ll be laid back and snatch what I want
Relax when you chumps clap at your punk

What?
Nigga!
Rah!
Rah!
Rah!
We out of that shit