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Gunz
Chris and
The home of
love, first time around
We got now we don't care who got

Check we the future we got a dime left
To make sure our cool and our moms set
It safe every day is a bomb threat
Game watered you work harder 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 up our first chance
Fans give us a second, check

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

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

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

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

time cold food, aim is sicker
Much faster, ya tearin' ya niggaz
We don't discriminate hoes get the as niggaz
straight out the North Of Death
We a fuck about a level we extort the best
Who's the nigga

Kill em slow a fuck who he know
Our purpose 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, Gunners
Chris and Neef, we the
We the

Just when thought it was over
The young'n got focus
And notice 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 livin'
Get my niggaz in

the block into the kitchen
It's my if I do it or not
But who gon' come back to that slow ass
Yeah, duckin' cops extendin'
Them and meltin' them Glocks
Yeah, this might not be my permanent
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 than you talk
So your mouth shut
It ain't about then you walk
They say the bad come along wit the
So keep awards
Just sure the cash come on home wit the hood

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