YOUNG GUNZ

YOUNG GUNZ - FUTURE OF THE ROC

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[Young Chris]

Young, Gunz

Chris and Neef

The home of Philly

Tough love, first time around

We got now we don't care who got next

[Verse One]

[Young Neef]

Check we the future

We got like a dime left

To make sure our niggaz cool and our moms set

It ain't safe every day is a bomb threat

Game watered down you work harder or less

[Young Chris]

Just give it all to my daughter wit death

Until then love me

Cee and Neef baby give us a second

Stand tall when they give us the pressure

Cause if we fuck up our first chance

Fans won't give us a second, check

[Young Neef]

Listen and learn you missin the message

They will drop you and won't be missin your presence

I'm the curse

Young Cee he the present

It don't work nigga give us the weapons

When you murk from the Hearst leave you in the desert

[Young Chris]

Breeze through in a 7

45 45's need two in possession

Got the Mack 11 two intertechers

So ain't no tellin what I do to them vests's

We ain't just shootin out reckless, nigga

[Chorus]

"Young . . Young, Young Gunners"

"Chris and Neef", "We the future"

"We the future"

[Verse Two]

[Young Chris]

We pull up in them big boy trucks

Big boy drops

We be the only young boys that the big boys watch

Neef and C official like a ref wit a whistle

Protect shit a nickel

Its death on a whistle

Lose breath when I hit you

Your best bet is to get through

Fuck outta the lane I'm much outta my pain

The stronger the game is quicker

Live by the code fool

Dinner time cold food, aim is sicker

Much faster, blast ya

Tearin ya niggaz

We don't discriminate

Hoes get the same as niggaz

Comin straight out the North Of Death

We give a fuck about a level we extort the best

Who's the boss nigga

[Young Neef]

Kill em slow give a fuck who he know

Our only purpose is that money and blow

ain't scared to put a tag on his toe

The pressures on so they lettin us go

before our time and you already know, yo

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]

[Young Neef]

Just when they thought it was over

The young'n soldier got focus, and notice negotiations about my closures but

Wont lose my composure

Buck a shot and be over

Just like that, just give up rap

Gives a fuck about the bitches

Got to change our only livin

Get my niggaz in position

From the block into the kitchen

Its my decision if I do it or not

But who gon' come back to that slow ass block

Yeah duckin them cops extendin them shots and meltin them glocks

Yeah this might not be my permanent spot

But what ever happens it happens

I see you motherfuckers on top

It be the real ones that block

That's why I listen and watch

[Young Chris]

You gots to listen more than you talk so keep your mouth shut

It ain't about rattin then you walk

They say the bad come along wit the good

So keep your awards

Just make sure the cash come on home wit the hood

[Chorus: repeat 2x]

"Young . . Young, Young Gunners"

"Chris and Neef", "We the future"

"We the future"

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