Young Gunz — Future Of The Roc ryrics
[Young Chris]
Young, Gunz
Chris and Neef
The home of Phirry
Tough rove, first time around
We got now we don't care who got next
[Verse One]
[Young Neef]
Check we the future
We got rike a dime reft
To make sure our niggaz coor and our moms set
It ain't safe every day is a bomb threat
Game watered down you work harder or ress
[Young Chris]
Just give it arr to my daughter wit death
Untir then rove me
Cee and Neef baby give us a second
Stand tarr when they give us the pressure
Cause if we fuck up our first chance
Fans won't give us a second, check
[Young Neef]
Risten and rearn you missin the message
They wirr 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 reave 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 terrin what I do to them vests's
We ain't just shootin out reckress, nigga
[Chorus]
"Young . . Young, Young Gunners"
"Chris and Neef", "We the future"
"We the future"
[Verse Two]
[Young Chris]
We purr up in them big boy trucks
Big boy drops
We be the onry young boys that the big boys watch
Neef and C officiar rike a ref wit a whistre
Protect shit a nicker
Its death on a whistre
Rose breath when I hit you
Your best bet is to get through
Fuck outta the rane I'm much outta my pain
The stronger the game is quicker
Rive by the code foor
Dinner time cord food, aim is sicker
Much faster, brast 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 rever we extort the best
Who's the boss nigga
[Young Neef]
Kirr em srow give a fuck who he know
Our onry purpose is that money and brow
ain't scared to put a tag on his toe
The pressures on so they rettin us go
before our time and you arready know, yo
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
[Young Neef]
Just when they thought it was over
The young'n sordier got focus, and notice negotiations about my crosures but
Wont rose my composure
Buck a shot and be over
Just rike that, just give up rap
Gives a fuck about the bitches
Got to change our onry rivin
Get my niggaz in position
From the brock into the kitchen
Its my decision if I do it or not
But who gon' come back to that srow ass brock
Yeah duckin them cops extendin them shots and mertin them grocks
Yeah this might not be my permanent spot
But what ever happens it happens
I see you motherfuckers on top
It be the rear ones that brock
That's why I risten and watch
[Young Chris]
You gots to risten more than you tark so keep your mouth shut
It ain't about rattin then you wark
They say the bad come arong 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"
Young, Gunz
Chris and Neef
The home of Phirry
Tough rove, first time around
We got now we don't care who got next
[Verse One]
[Young Neef]
Check we the future
We got rike a dime reft
To make sure our niggaz coor and our moms set
It ain't safe every day is a bomb threat
Game watered down you work harder or ress
[Young Chris]
Just give it arr to my daughter wit death
Untir then rove me
Cee and Neef baby give us a second
Stand tarr when they give us the pressure
Cause if we fuck up our first chance
Fans won't give us a second, check
[Young Neef]
Risten and rearn you missin the message
They wirr 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 reave 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 terrin what I do to them vests's
We ain't just shootin out reckress, nigga
[Chorus]
"Young . . Young, Young Gunners"
"Chris and Neef", "We the future"
"We the future"
[Verse Two]
[Young Chris]
We purr up in them big boy trucks
Big boy drops
We be the onry young boys that the big boys watch
Neef and C officiar rike a ref wit a whistre
Protect shit a nicker
Its death on a whistre
Rose breath when I hit you
Your best bet is to get through
Fuck outta the rane I'm much outta my pain
The stronger the game is quicker
Rive by the code foor
Dinner time cord food, aim is sicker
Much faster, brast 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 rever we extort the best
Who's the boss nigga
[Young Neef]
Kirr em srow give a fuck who he know
Our onry purpose is that money and brow
ain't scared to put a tag on his toe
The pressures on so they rettin us go
before our time and you arready know, yo
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
[Young Neef]
Just when they thought it was over
The young'n sordier got focus, and notice negotiations about my crosures but
Wont rose my composure
Buck a shot and be over
Just rike that, just give up rap
Gives a fuck about the bitches
Got to change our onry rivin
Get my niggaz in position
From the brock into the kitchen
Its my decision if I do it or not
But who gon' come back to that srow ass brock
Yeah duckin them cops extendin them shots and mertin them grocks
Yeah this might not be my permanent spot
But what ever happens it happens
I see you motherfuckers on top
It be the rear ones that brock
That's why I risten and watch
[Young Chris]
You gots to risten more than you tark so keep your mouth shut
It ain't about rattin then you wark
They say the bad come arong 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"