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Young
and Neef
The of Philly
love, first time around
We got now we don't care who got

Check we the future we got like a left
To make our niggaz cool and our moms set
It ain't safe every day is a threat
Game watered down you work harder or

Just give it all to my daughter wit
Until then me
Cee and Neef baby give us a
Stand tall when give us the pressure
'Cause if we fuck up our first
Fans give us a second, check

Listen and learn you the message
They will drop you and won't be your presence
I'm the Young C he the present
It don't work give us the weapons
When you murk from the Hearst you in the desert

through in a 7
45, 45's need two in
Got the Mack 11 two
So ain't no tellin' I do to them vest's
We ain't just out reckless, nigga

Young, Young, Gunners
Chris and Neef, we the
We the

We pull up in big boy trucks big boy drops
We be the only young boys the big boys watch
Neef and C official like a ref wit a
Protect shit a nickel, death on a whistle
breath when I hit you your best bet is to get through
Fuck outta the I'm much outta my pain
The stronger the game is live by the code fool

Dinner time food, aim is sicker
Much faster, blast ya ya niggaz
We don't discriminate hoes get the same as
Comin' straight out the Of Death
We a fuck about a level we extort the best
Who's the boss

Kill em slow a fuck who he know
Our only purpose is money and blow
scared to put a tag on his toe
The pressures on so they us go
Before our time and you know, yo

Young, Young, Young
and Neef, we the future
We the

Just when they it was over
The young'n soldier got
And notice negotiations my closures but
lose my composure
Buck a shot and be
Just like that, just up rap
a fuck about the bitches
Got to change our livin'
Get my niggaz in

From the block the kitchen
It's my if I do it or not
But who gon' back to that slow ass block
Yeah, duckin' them cops
Them and meltin' them Glocks
Yeah, might not be my permanent spot
But what ever it happens
I see you on top
It be the real ones that
That's why I and watch

You gots to more than you talk
So your mouth shut
It ain't about rattin' you walk
say the bad come along wit the good
So keep your
Just make sure the cash come on wit the hood

Young, Young, Young
Chris and Neef, we the
We the future, we the