[Intro: Yung Berg, Twista & Lenny Zakatek]
Bro-bro, what's poppin'?
It's 'bout time real Chi-Town niggas stand up
Without no further ado, I give you Yung Berg and Twista, let's get it in
Where do we go from here?
Aye, if y'all niggas don't get y'all money right this time, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm givin' niggas 'till the end of '07, 'bout '08 (Where we goin'?)
My bank account gon' have eight digits, that is
Let's go
[Verse 1: Yung Berg & Lenny Zakatek]
Nobody gave me nothin', I made 50 off a pack
When I made a hundred, I ran straight to the block
Bounced back with the work like (Take it or you leave it)
Yes, sir
Niggas better get wit the program
I'm fast on the track, but I kill the slow jam
Oh man (Oh man), goddamm (Take it or you leave it)
YB gang, that's the new thing
Brand new chain is straight from Hussein (Hussein)
More shoes, more cars (Take it or you leave it)
More clothes, more brain
Oh yeah, you done seen a few niggas but they ain't like me
Never really had them a shawty like mine
Never rolled around in a drop top V
Like me, like we, YB, that's us
Too fast, too hard, young buck, catch up
Yep, I'm a prime time hater
Shawty don't smoke weed, she a high time hater and
Why date her when my paper is feet taller than a skyscraper?
Niggas better know how I ride the 101
Big shotgun and I buy another one
And another (And another)
And another (And another)
Keep goin', is you wit' it?
You ain't got shit to say 'less you did it
You ain't never came from nothin' and blew wit' it
(But) Who did it? (Yep)
I did it
YB, that's the new buisness
[Chorus: Yung Berg & Lenny Zakatek]
(Where do we go from here?) Where we going from here, niggas?
I know where we going, but where you going?
Don't miss the train, nigga (Yeah, it's my year, nigga!)
Headed straight to the Yung Boss mansion
Southside stand up
Location top of the world
Westside get up K-Town, Twista get 'em
[Verse 2: Twista & Yung Berg]
Now, now, I'm a OG in the city and I knew one day
A nigga was gon' come along and spit that real shit
Wanna bet, what?
That he too much of a thug for you
Wanna be ballers out here to deal with
Make a competition, go sit on the couch for him
If he need work, I'ma hand it out for him
If he need a pistol, I'ma hand it out for him
Yung Berg and the Twista and I'll vouch for him (That's me!)
[?] could spit it just so I could spit it
Flow a just so could flow a, fuck her like I could fuck her
Do her like I could do her, get it how you got to get it
Me and my boy came up on the block
Hustling by the building
Just stacking the money up to the ceiling
Ain't no penicillin, finna hit 'em
When I'm dealing wit 'em, ask Yung Berg
Where we go after we kill 'em?
'Cause we gettin' money and the roof gon' be so wicked
Is the reason we can kick it how we kick
And it's the reason why we pull up on the 30's
And the Hummers and we don't give a fuck if we get a ticket and
Why I pay a hundred dollars for a watch?
550 for a ounce of Kush, 350 for a pair of jeans
And thirty thousand for a Char'
Two hundred for all cops on the first look
Got money on the books
And we got the dollars for Impalas
And the Thumpers and the Hummers
And I'm throwing out the other figgas
Yung B-E-R to the G wit the TB some killas
And we never taking shit from off another nigga
Every time I had more of the dank
Niggas think I be finished, but I got more in the tank
I'ma score about 80 on 'em and go in the paint
I'ma take a chunk of ya chip and then go to the bank so, uh
[Chorus: Lenny Zakatek & Yung Berg]
Where do we go from here?
Where do we go from here? (Take it or you leave it)
Where do we go from here?
Where do we go from here? (Take it or you leave it)
Where do we go from here?
Where do we go from here? (Take it or you leave it)
Chi-Town, I did it for you baby
[?] the boss
[Verse 3: Yung Berg]
Yes sir, niggas said Dr. Wine wasn't nothing
Three years later, Dr. Wine got a budget
Four years later, now everybody love it (God fucking damn)
Niggas said June wasn't that hot
JB sitting back and I was gon' flop
Now we on top like, "Dawg I told ya"
M-Holla, what's good? Let's ride out
Let these motherfuckers know what we talk about
Left Lane, Yung Boss
Get your money, we 'bout to turn the lights out
We about to take it straight to the white house
Cook crack clean it up then I write down
Everything that I see when I come around
Every state, every hood that I've been around
84th, Justine to the Boogie Down
Niggas know I blow weed when I put it down
Niggas know I got love, niggas know I been plugged
That's right, I'm a prince of the Chi-Town
So where my Southside niggas at right now?
We gon' all line up in a single file
And give the whole world something they can sing about
Rule one, better live what you speak 'bout
Rule two, don't slip when you creep out
Rule three, grab heat when you leave out
Rule four, don't rush nigga, ease out
And rule five, ball or die
Cop that shit that the ballers buy
Ride that whip that the ballers drive
Big GT Royce Chevy that's ridin' high
Swang on 'em when you ridin' by and I'm gone
[Outro: Yung Berg & Lenny Zakatek]
(Where do we go from here?) Yeah, it's the boss, baby
Look what you made me
Where we goin' from here?
So you ridin' wit' us, it's a good look
You could be with this or that
Yea, so there you have it
Eat your fucking heart out on this one
Yung Berg, Twista, ugh
