Ya know what we doin' here Young, H O V

From the number one, R O C

We got another one Yo, it's a big payback, revenge at the tip of my lips

Grip on my fifth and brought my big K back

Y'all don't understand some of the pain I go through

Half of y'all can't even dig it, y'all can't even picture

A motherfucker killin' someone you close to

And they say it's over someone you close to

And they family approach you

And you dealin' wit' his family emotions And these motherfuckers say

You ain't focused at the same time

But they wasn't on the same vibe, I remain calm

This aim mine when it's game time

Though you gone dog you spirit still wit' us

For the clueless we just clearin' the picture And we airin' them niggaz

Ridin' hard 'til we bury them wit'cha

Show you how much we care for you niggaz

And I'm ready to pop my crew to 'for they let me get popped

Rest in piece A L, O reddy, and hop

(They'll never take me alive) It's Young Neef, Y G

From the number one, R O C

We got another one

(They'll never take me alive) It's Young Neef, Y G

From the motherfuckin', R O C

We got another one

(They'll never take me alive) The commission was our vision

We ain't it, see it come to fruition

We ran outta time ***

You think I'm just a fan you out your mind

That was my motherfuckin' man and my partner in crime

Big you had the Mafia, me, I got the property

Got a lot of these fake families out here copyin'

But nigga trust I'ma flush all this bull***

All this fake Tupac and fake Suge *** We ain't the first to make hood ***

We ain't invent the wheel but we made the Goodrich tire

And now we hood rich

And I rhyme like my momma still in the hood ***

But my momma got V12 under the hood

She got C L on back of the 6

Now my only job is to help little Chris

Get his momma out this bitch, avoid the drama out this bitch

(They'll never take me alive) Young, H O V

From the number one, R O C

We got another one

(They'll never take me alive) Young, H O V

From the number one, R O C

I got another one Just lost another one, we'll always love you dog

Just like my mother son, my second brother dog

They say we go to hell when he die we ain't lose 'em

But Hov say, "Throw it up" so we gotta keep it movin'

So me I maintain but it's stress on my brain

But your death ain't in vain

Lost my breath when it came and, uh

They say we joyce in death but the pain

Best believe my first boy gon' be blessed wit' your name All that's left is your face on the picture

On my dresser in the frame and it just ain't the same I'm like

*** man, how my another homey missin'

Not to mention big homey stressin'

Where do I go for advice, man, it's shows every week

But its bodies every night

Men is cold on these streets and, uh

Niggaz know the police and the drama it's still there

And my momma she still there

(They'll never take me alive) It's Young Chris, Y G

From the number one, R O C

We got another one

(They'll never take me alive) It's Young Chris, Y G

From the motherfuckin', R O C

We got another one

(They'll never take me alive) Now it's no turnin' back, it's like a gat

Once you pull it dog you never put it back 'til you clap

Tell the hood I'm back this ain't rap

This is *** I'm just tellin' you on a track, I relax

Niggaz fell into the trap, you like a puppet wit' no strings

We hella good at that, in fact

Exactly where you at is where we wanted you for months

So we could come thru wit' Mack and hrat This is war my niggaz

Y'all niggaz is drawn like cartoon figures, it's a fact

We pour out a little liquor 'cuz we lost a couple niggaz

But we 'bout to get y'all back, we sat

We plotted y'all demise

Got a box wit yo' size and your name attached

How you lu'dat, it's only right

B I in L.A., God bless your life

(They'll never take me alive) Young, H O V

From the number one, R O C

I got another one

(They'll never take me alive) Young, H O V

From the motherfuckin', R O C

We got another one