[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 n***as 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? N***a, 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, n***a
[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 n***as
We don't discriminate, hoes get the same as n***as
Comin' straight out the North Of Death
We give a fuck about a level, we extort the best
Who's the boss, n***a?

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 n***as 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"