Future Of The Roc Lyrics - Tough Luv - Young Gunz

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