Young Gunz

Chris and Neef

The home of Philly

Tough love, first time around

We got now we don't care who got next 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 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 *** up our first chance

Fans won't give us a second, check Listen and learn you missin' the message

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

I'm the curse Young C he the present

It don't work nigga give us the weapons

When you murk from the Hearst leave you in the desert 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 vest's

We ain't just shootin' out reckless, nigga Young, Young, Young Gunners

Chris and Neef, we the future

We the future 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 *** a nickel, it's death on a whistle

Lose breath when I hit you your best bet is to get through

*** 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 *** about a level we extort the best

Who's the boss nigga Kill em slow give a *** 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 Young, Young, Young Gunners

Chris and Neef, we the future

We the future Just when they thought it was over

The young'n soldier got focus

And notice negotiations about my closures but

Won't lose my composure

Buck a shot and be over

Just like that, just give up rap

Gives a *** about the bitches

Got to change our only livin'

Get my niggaz in position From the block into the kitchen

It's 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 mother***ers on top

It be the real ones that block

That's why I listen and watch 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 Young, Young, Young Gunners

Chris and Neef, we the future

We the future, we the future