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

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

give it all to my daughter wit death
Until then me
Cee and Neef give us a second
Stand tall when they us the pressure
if we fuck up our first 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 C he the present
It work nigga give us the weapons
When you murk from the leave you in the desert

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

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

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

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

Kill em slow give a fuck who he
Our only is that money and blow
Ain't 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

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

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

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

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