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

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

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

Listen and learn you missin' the
will drop you and won't be missin' your presence
I'm the curse Young C he the
It don't nigga give us the weapons
you murk from the Hearst leave you in the desert

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

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

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

Dinner time food, aim is sicker
Much faster, blast ya tearin' ya
We discriminate hoes get the same as niggaz
straight out the North Of Death
We give a fuck about a level we the best
Who's the boss

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

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

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

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

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

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