Future of the Roc

Lyrics

[Intro: 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 1: Neef Buck & Young Chris] Check, we the future We got like a dime left To make sure our niggas cool and our moms set It ain't safe, everyday 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 C 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 Intratecs So ain't no tellin' what I do to them vests We ain't just shootin' out reckless, nigga [Chorus] "Young–Young–Young Gunners" "Chris and Neef" "We the future" "We the future" [Verse 2: Young Chris & Neef Buck] 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 niggas We don't discriminate, hoes get the same as niggas 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 pressure's on, so they lettin' us go Before our time and you already know, yo [Chorus] "Young–Young–Young Gunners" "Chris and Neef" "We the future" "We the future" [Verse 3: Neef Buck & Young Chris] Just when they thought it was over The young'n soldier got focused, 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 niggas 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 whatever 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 [Chorus] "Young–Young–Young Gunners" "Chris and Neef" "We the future" "We the future" "Young–Young–Young Gunners" "Chris and Neef" "We the future" "We the future"