Future Of The Roc - Album Version (Explicit) Lyrics
| Song | Future Of The Roc - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Young Gunz |
| Album | Tough Luv |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Bell, Bell, Casey, Harrell ... | |
| Young Gunz | |
| Chris and | |
| NeefThe home of | |
| PhillyTough 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 745, 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 | |
| GlocksYeah, 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 |
| zuo qu : Bell, Bell, Casey, Harrell ... | |
| Young Gunz | |
| Chris and | |
| NeefThe home of | |
| PhillyTough 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 745, 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 | |
| GlocksYeah, 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 |
| zuò qǔ : Bell, Bell, Casey, Harrell ... | |
| Young Gunz | |
| Chris and | |
| NeefThe home of | |
| PhillyTough 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 745, 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 | |
| GlocksYeah, 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 |
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