Young Gunz   Chris and Neef   The home of Philly   Tough love, first time around   We got now we don't care who got next      Check we the future we got like a dime left   To make sure our niggaz cool and our moms set   It ain't safe every day is a bomb threat   Game watered down you work harder or less      Just give it all to my daughter wit death   Until then love me   Cee and Neef baby give us a second   Stand tall when they give us the pressure   'Cause if we fuck up our first chance   Fans won't give us a second, check      Listen and learn you missin' the message   They will drop you and won't be missin' your presence   I'm the curse Young C he the present   It don't work nigga give us the weapons   When you murk from the Hearst leave you in the desert      Breeze through in a 7   45, 45's need two in possession   Got the Mack 11 two intertechers   So ain't no tellin' what I do to them vest's   We ain't just shootin' out reckless, nigga      Young, Young, Young Gunners   Chris and Neef, we the future   We the future      We pull up in them big boy trucks big boy drops   We be the only young boys that the big boys watch   Neef and C official like a ref wit a whistle   Protect shit a nickel, it's death on a whistle   Lose breath when I hit you your best bet is to get through   Fuck outta the lane I'm much outta my pain   The stronger the game is quicker live by the code fool      Dinner time cold food, aim is sicker   Much faster, blast ya tearin' ya niggaz   We don't discriminate hoes get the same as niggaz   Comin' straight out the North Of Death   We give a fuck about a level we extort the best   Who's the boss nigga      Kill em slow give a fuck who he know   Our only purpose is that money and blow   Ain't scared to put a tag on his toe   The pressures on so they lettin' us go   Before our time and you already know, yo      Young, Young, Young Gunners   Chris and Neef, we the future   We the future      Just when they thought it was over   The young'n soldier got focus   And notice negotiations about my closures but   Won't lose my composure   Buck a shot and be over   Just like that, just give up rap   Gives a fuck about the bitches   Got to change our only livin'   Get my niggaz in position      From the block into the kitchen   It's my decision if I do it or not   But who gon' come back to that slow ass block   Yeah, duckin' them cops extendin'   Them shots and meltin' them Glocks   Yeah, this might not be my permanent spot   But what ever happens it happens   I see you motherfuckers on top   It be the real ones that block   That's why I listen and watch      You gots to listen more than you talk   So keep your mouth shut   It ain't about rattin' then you walk   They say the bad come along wit the good   So keep your awards   Just make sure the cash come on home wit the hood      Young, Young, Young Gunners   Chris and Neef, we the future   We the future, we the future