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

Check we the we got like a dime left
To sure our niggaz cool and our moms set
It safe every day is a bomb threat
Game watered down you work or less

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

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

through in a 7
45, need two in possession
Got the Mack 11 two
So ain't no tellin' what I do to 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 that the big boys
and C official like a ref wit a whistle
Protect shit a nickel, it's on a whistle
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

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

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

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

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

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 and meltin' them Glocks
Yeah, this might not be my spot
But what ever it happens
I see you on top
It be the real ones that
why I listen and watch

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

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