Artist: Young Gunz Album: Tough Luv Song: North of Death Typed by: Tha Lyricz Finisha [Young Chris] Is they with me or against me? How these pussies gonna convince me to start, and don't follow up It touch my heart when kids follow us My mom proud of us, plus I love the green with 'in God we trust' My mind is stuck, so you don't care about them killin' her And how could I beef, with them, him or her You motherfuckers better recognize, everybody got burners The first that draw, the opposite, the next to die That's how it go, that ain't just our flow I still live in the ghetto, as I know And the hood every day, how y'all dudes good everyday My momma workin', but the bills take our food, every day Got to mention our daughter though Since the ten step, pops, did ten since her water broke That nigga got like a dub, then did a dime Came home, left my moms and did another ten [Chorus: Young Chris] As I walk through the North of Death They souls gone but they voices left They talk to me every chance they get I gotta make it for the chance they missed Shit, we all don't get a chance like this, shit It's hard living homey, more than music C and Neef, dog, who you got us confused with? True shit we bout to do it, Neefy don't lose it Follow the flow homey, like you followed the blueprint [Young Chris] I wake up, and ask the lord to forgive us Til die, put my balls over bitches But I can't put my balls over business Cause I hate to go fly when, as soon as I go to trial need my boy as a witness Shit I'm just another poor with the riches Trying to keep my momma cool, give her more while I'm livin' Rhyming cool, but it ain't what I expected It's fuck you, if you ain't what they expectin' They love you when you giving them records Gotta respect it, just a gift I was blessed with If y'all ain't impressed with, the shit I do, I'll give it a rest, shit If I get what the rest get, how can niggaz neglect it Niggaz respect it, the shit is a method Lean, 19 giving niggaz broad day and night scenes Puttin' niggaz on stretchers, my nigga Bean whole team got beams So you niggaz be wetted, we got pistols forerve Shit is just getting better, as I [Chorus] [Young Chris] It's funny how bitches used to say he a loser Now people say he's the future Now I got to stay in my groove, cause I'd hate to buck around and And fuck around, it be my face on the news Momma been through enough of the pain So I'ma move up, but I ain't moving till I got enough for the gang Man, these dudes better up up they game The hood loves us, and it ain't nothing to start from the muscle to gain Uh, no disrespect, I love my niggaz to death Cause in the Roc, it ain't about who spit it the best And plus we way different from rest You got a show I'm rollin' out It ain't about who getting the check I'ma roll it, til the wheels fall off Keep rollin' or you will fall off You ain't official, then we'll blist you Teflon don, extended, both eagles Back back blocking, pistol poppin', pistol poppin, as I [Chorus]