(speaking)
Uh... Young Chris... Lost so many homies to this game... Our father

Ride for my niggas
Die for my niggas
Get high with my niggas
Split pies with my niggas
'Til my body get hard, soul touch the sky
'Til my numbers get called and got shut my eyes
Ride... yeah niggas Ride

(Verse 1:)
Is they with my 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 when in God we trust
My mama's stuck, so you don't care about them killin' her?
And I got beef with them, him, him, or her
You muthafuckas better recognize
And everybody got burners, the first to draw the opposites the next to die
That's how it go, that ain't just how I flow
I still live it nigga that's how I know, in the hood everyday
How you dudes eating good everyday
But mama working but the bills take out food every pay
Got the bitch in her daughter though
Since a ten step, pops did ten since her water broke
That nigga got like a thug, then did a dime
Came home left my moms and did another ten

(Chorus:)
As I walk through the North of Death
They souls gone but their voices left
They talk to me every chance the get, I gotta make it for the chance they missed
Shit we all don't get a chance like this
It's hard living homie, more than music
C and Neef dawg who you got us confused with
True shit we 'bout to do it, Neefy don't lose it
Follow the flow homie like you follow the blueprint

(Verse 2)
I wake up and ask the Lord to forgive us
'Til I die put my boys over bitches
But I can't put my boys over business, cuz I'd hate to go wild
When soon's I go to trial be my boy as a witness
Shit I'm just another poor with the riches
Trying keep my mama cool, give her more while I living
Rhyming cool, but it ain't what I expected
It's fuck you if you ain't what they expected, they love when you giving records
(you gotta respect it) it's just the gift I was blessed with
If ya'll ain't impressed with the shit I do, I'll give it a rest, shit
(But promotions) If I get what the rest get, how can niggas neglect it
Niggas respect it, shit it's a method, lean
19 giving niggas broad shit (day and night seems)
Putting niggas on stretchers, nigga 'peam, whole team, got Beans, so you niggas get wet up
We got pistols forever, shit it's just getting better... as I

As I walk through the North of Death
They souls gone but their voices left
They talk to me every chance the get, I gotta make it for the chance they missed
Shit we all don't get a chance like this
It's hard living homie, more than music
C and Neef dawg who you got us confused with
True shit we 'bout to do it, Neefy don't lose it
Follow the flow homie like you follow the blueprint

(Verse 3)
It's funny how bitches used to say he's a loser
Now people say he's the future
And I got to stay on my groove
Cuz I'd hate to buck around and, and fuck around it'd be my face on the news
Mama been through enough of the pain
So I'm a move her, But I ain't moving 'til I gotta enough the game
Man these dudes better up up their game
The hood love us, and their ain't nothing to start from the muscler gang
No disrespect I love my niggas to death
Cuz in the ROC it ain't about who spit it the best
And plus we way different from rest
You gotta show I'm rolling out, it ain't about who getting them checks
I'm a roll out 'til the wheels fall off
Keep rolling or you will fall off, you ain't official they will clip you
Teflon Don, extended both pistols
Bang bang block and pistol grinding, pistol popping... as I

As I walk through the North of Death
They souls gone but their voices left
They talk to me every chance the get, I gotta make it for the chance they missed
Shit we all don't get a chance like this
It's hard living homie, more than music
C and Neef dawg who you got us confused with
True shit we 'bout to do it, Bucky don't lose it
Follow the flow homie like you follow the blueprint