Future of the Roc

[Young Chris] Young, Gunz Chris and Neef The home of Philly Tough love, first time around We got now we don't care who got next [Verse One] (Young Neef) 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 (Young Chris) 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 (Young Neef) Listen and learn you missin the message They will drop you and won't be missin your presence I'm the curse Young Cee he the present It don't work nigga give us the weapons When you murk from the Hearst leave you in the desert (Young Chris) 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 vests's We ain't just shootin out reckless, nigga [Chorus] "Young . . Young, Young Gunners" "Chris and Neef", "We the future" "We the future" [Verse Two] (Young Chris) We pull up in them big boy trucks Big boy drops We be the only young boys that the big boys watch Neef and see official like a ref wit a whistle Protect shit a nickel Its 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 (Young Neef) 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 [Chorus] [Verse Three] (Young Neef) 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 Its 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 (Young Chris) 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 [Chorus: repeat 2x] "Young . . Young, Young Gunners" "Chris and Neef", "We the future" "We the future"