Y.N.I.C. Lyrics

Rochester, NY

(Ohhh)

You know who it is ya boy Jadakiss

Everyday we work hard, we grind hard

Its a difference over here

Only the smart ones are

Gonna understand this shit

New York shit

Right now i'm with Cashwitus Pooh

Whats good my nigga

Talk to these niggas

Aha

Ohhh

Yeah we did it man we

Made it out them trenches fam

A hunnit grams up in that pot

We did it whipping man

(Yeah nigga)

We come straight up off that block

Where niggas pitching grams

And fiends get to circling for

That rock like a ceiling fan

(Aha)

Shake mode young niggas will

Kill you for them dollar bills

Either you gone stretch ya nine

Or you gone hide ya steel

(Ohhh)

We gone play this trap and get this money

This our common will

And stack this work high up to

The sky like we piling hills

You know i'm the youngest nigga in charge

And I do my bad by my lonely

No Chico De'Barge (Hannn)

I get that paper ima thoroughbread

This gun on my hip for oppositions

Them hollow tips got a arrowhead

So meet me in the trap with them

Hunnits we put in work for

(Put in work for)

Ill teach you niggas how to flip

And make it worth more (Facts)

Cause when its coming down to that

Money I get my Band on

Keeping my bills a hunnit

Just like everything I stand on

The Youngest nigga in charge

When it come down to the money and hoes

And fly clothes what other nigga you know

The Youngest nigga in charge

(Ohhh)

When it come down to the work and them bills

What other young nigga keep it this real

The Youngest nigga in charge

(Ohhh)

Bitch I been getting stacks

But you knew that though

The Youngest nigga in charge

Bitch i'm the prince of the trap

But you knew that though

The Youngest nigga in charge

(Ohhh)

So when it come to bussing rounds

And flipping all of them pounds

What other young nigga still in control

The Youngest nigga in charge

(Ohhh)

But when you see me its a couple of niggas

They toting hammers just a couple of villans

So nigga pipe down

(Nigga pipe down)

Cause I can tell just by the city you live in

That you ain't bout it front on me

We gone turn this shit into chi-town

(Into chi-town)

Lift em up, tell the paramedics

Come and get em up

Cause if I call out my shooters

They ain't gone get enough

(Grrraw)

Them shots be going crazy

When the clips get large

I been told you I run my city

Who I be

The Youngest nigga in charge

When it come down to the money and hoes

And fly clothes what other nigga you know

The Youngest nigga in charge

(Ohhh)

When it come down to the work and them bills

What other young nigga keep it this real

The Youngest nigga in charge

(Ohhh)

Bitch I been getting stacks

But you knew that though

The Youngest nigga in charge

Bitch i'm the prince of the trap

But you knew that though

The Youngest nigga in charge

(Ohhh)

So when it come to bussing rounds

And flipping all of them pounds

What other young nigga still in control

The Youngest nigga in charge

(Ohhh)

(Aha)