Just need a lil time man, thats all I need. Lost alot of soliders ya know. Rest In Peace. Momma Duke struggling. Baby on the way. ![]() ![]() Welcome to the Prime Time Young Guns Tournament! Cedar Lane FIELD MAP Long Island Elite Tournaments is the brainchild of two coaches frequently seen at the top tournaments of girls lacrosse. (Young Chris Verse) I know I promised you the house on in the will, just need a lil time for the house on the hill. Got all the bills to keep this crib too, so when we in the city thats the spot we can chill (chill). Be on your own been working all your life, Went to school any other day working all your nights. I know your tired of the bull shit ma. Forget about it now your boy Chris rhyme we good. No more corner store grub eat good, damn right we gone take avantage as we should. As they said we shall over come. In the hood most of young die over gunz (its real). I lost three in like three months striaght. We see the pain to see youngz face it aint a game. And they think its all peaches&cream, they thinkin mines and im broke and they see me on screen. See what I mean I let ya niggaz read in between. Just give me. All I need, All I need is time (time, time, time, time) All I need, All I need is time (Neff Rhyme) To put you right where you need to be. Lenz up in the game now the shit aint what it used to be (nah). But Ima grind now until we all good. Until we layin in the woods and got property up in the hood. Smart notebook for ipad. You runnin real estate and got to worrin bout bein later takin orders. Ya boy will help support ya. Funny how the youngin had did it. Alot thought he was gone stop but the boy stuck with it (yea). You even questioned, whole hood stressing it. I come to far to let it go down the drain. But half of you mother fuckers dont understand my pain. I got to deal with these lames to get this lil bit of changes. Lil bit of fame and the gurls think I changed same shit different toilet when you messing with the game. I rather do this though and fucking my wrist glow same niggaz who die now sayin we should blow. Homey didnt raise no coward I was takin the shit slow (gimmie). (Chorus repeat) (Young Chris Rhyme) Look man the cops are gettin vesious the streets gettin colder. My nephew gettin tall my neice gettin older. You know there pop thats my brother fam. Lil sis back home gettin grown on the other hand givin me feed back Now i gotta put a end to that before she get wild and start havin c-scrach. And everybody knew his life goes, true hussler but thats the way life goes. Love to the jails everybody stayin road doin. (Chorus Twice + out). Get the embed code Young Gunz - Tough Luv (Edited) Album Lyrics1.Friday Night - Album Version (Edited)2.Future Of The Roc - Album Version (Edited)3.Grown Man - Album Version (Edited)4.North of Death - Album Version (Edited)5.Problemz - Album Version (Edited)6.That's Right - Album Version (Edited)7.Time - Album Version (Edited)Young Gunz Lyrics provided by SongLyrics.com Note: When you embed the widget in your site, it will match your site's styles (CSS).
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