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Young
Chris and
The home of
Tough love, time around
We got now we don't who got next

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

Just give it all to my daughter wit
then love me
Cee and Neef baby give us a
Stand tall they give us the pressure
'Cause if we fuck up our first
won't give us a second, check

Listen and you missin' the message
They drop you and won't be missin' your presence
I'm the curse Young C he the
It don't work nigga us the weapons
When you murk from the leave you in the desert

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

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

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

Dinner time food, aim is sicker
faster, blast ya tearin' ya niggaz
We don't hoes get the same as niggaz
straight out the North Of Death
We give a fuck about a level we extort the
the boss nigga

Kill em slow give a who he know
Our only is that money and blow
scared to put a tag on his toe
The on so they lettin' us go
our time and you already know, yo

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

when they thought it was over
The young'n soldier got
And negotiations about my closures but
Won't lose my
Buck a and be over
Just like that, give up rap
a fuck about the bitches
Got to change our only
Get my niggaz in

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

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

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