Текст (слова) песни: Young Gunz, Oschino, Beanie Sigel and Pe - B.B. Gun

 
[Intro: Young Chris] 
Yea, Young Gunnaz, State, State, State Prop Chain Gang! 
Yea, Chad West on the track 
Sigel, Neef Buck, Peedi Crack, O and Sparks, Freeweezy 
Yea State Prop Boys back in town 
Backblock boys, pop boys, back you down 
 
[Verse 1: Young Chris] 
I ask is it me, or is it really them? 
Yea I`m young, but y`all ain`t never gonna big Willy hum 
North Philly, hum keep a big milli hum 
Them ain`t never been soft, naw dawg 
Y`all really them niggaz that be mouthin` off 
Never really got in shit 
Actin` like you shot the shit 
But hesitate to pop it off 
When it`s on, y`all be gone 
C grip the pistol, drawn 
Hittin` till` them niggaz gone 
Word till` ma niggaz gone 
This ain`t just a song, this is real shit we live 
Niggaz will get ya kids, hurry niggaz switch your homes 
Don`t forget ya pistol, home, what the fuck you buy it for 
To catch a fuckin` body, or to show up for them bitches ????? 
Actin` all big and buff 
Niggaz ain`t really tough 
Humble, but he might just be the first to call you niggaz bluff 
Have you niggaz shittin` puss 
Bleedin` through the ass 
C`ll seize a nigga fast 
Hit you bitches up! 
 
[Chorus: Peedi Crakk & Young Chris] 
PC: We want, we want the kid that shot that B.B. Gun 
YC: Oh yea niggaz wanna get on I got some niggaz in my click 
YC: That`ll make your motherfuckin jaws tight 
PC: We want, we want the kid that shot that B.B. Gun 
YC: Oh what niggaz want to get on thats right I got some niggaz in click 
YC: That`ll hit yall motherfuckas all night 
 
[Verse 2: Neef] 
Whoo whoop Bucky 
Yo, bang bang here we go 
Naw this ain`t radio 
Load up ya gun music 
Don`t pull it if you ain`t gonna use it 
Don`t tempt me nigga, I`m gonna shoot it 
Trust nigga, you gonna come up missin` about mine 
30 shot MP5, spit out nines 
All hollows in ya gut 
So you holla when it cuts 
Let off a dime, then I calm 
20 shots`ll follow up 
You`ll be sparkin` like a dutch 
Keep the shit up on a hush 
Out on bail, fresh outta jail 
Two cases, I got to fight nigga 
They sent me down try to right niggaz 
They want me up north, stressin` with them white niggaz 
Gettin` husky, fuck it let 12 judge me 
Got to keep it on me daily 
If you got some beef you smell me 
Listen what you niggaz tell me…come out naked 
So I can be in the ???? dot pumpin` I`ll wet it 
But I`ma be both these fuckas give me a second 
 
[Chorus: Peedi Crakk & Young Chris] 
PC: We want, we want the kid that shot that B.B. Gun 
YC: Oh yea niggaz wanna get on I got some niggaz in my click 
YC: That`ll make your motherfuckin jaws tight 
PC: We want, we want the kid that shot that B.B. Gun 
YC: Oh what niggaz want to get on thats right I got some niggaz in click 
YC: That`ll hit yall motherfuckas all night 
 
[Verse 3: Beanie Sigel] 
Sig. want Sig. want you bitch niggaz still pumpin you guns 
Like pump pellets won`t puncture your lungs 
Get your toes tagged who wanna slow drag 
Dance with the devil who wanna play freeze tag with the metal 
And you it (tag) its like a virus my whole crew sick 
I`m the truth in the booth with my all blue kicks 
But tell me why you mad dude like Big O skits mitts 
Yea they call me that throwback kid 
Cause that colt four fifth give ya holes and shit 
And you know I keep my ruger near 
My back pocket keep the two shot there 
Line up who wanna see if Tupac dead 
You`ll knocked out ya tube socks yea 
Get your wing tell me thing Tupac said 
Until the STOP you niggaz not PAC 
You not MY State Prop mothefucka and.. 
 
[Chorus: Peedi Crakk & Young Chris] 
PC: We want, we want the kid that shot that B.B. Gun 
YC: Oh yea niggaz wanna get on I got some niggaz in my click 
YC: That`ll make your motherfuckin jaws tight 
PC: We want, we want the kid that shot that B.B. Gun 
YC: Oh what niggaz want to get on thats right I got some niggaz in click 
YC: That`ll hit yall motherfuckas all night 
 
[Verse 4: Oschino] 
Oschino...nigga...SP 
We want we want 
That boy in the Porsche with the top in the trunk 
Oschino long like joker clip all hanging out 
Money over bitches what this SP gang about 
Bought it like brotha man gas like son of Sam 
One through your face leave your stretched like a rubber band 
You wouldn`t understand you don`t want it fam 
The MC with the hammer have yall niggaz do the running man 
Born in the ghetto straight form the projects 
Game like LeBron James but no Nike contract 
Pitbull red nose 600 all gold marshland all froze 
Low top red holes red shoe strings no socks on 
Mr. Matinee be moving that popcorn 
Yall niggaz should stop drawing your oil paintings stink 
While we in the kitchen cookin oils till they stink 
 
[Chorus: Peedi Crakk & Young Chris] 
PC: We want, we want the kid that shot that B.B. Gun 
YC: Oh yea niggaz wanna get on I got some niggaz in my click 
YC: That`ll make your motherfuckin jaws tight 
PC: We want, we want the kid that shot that B.B. Gun 
YC: Oh what niggaz want to get on thats right I got some niggaz in click 
YC: That`ll hit yall motherfuckas all night 
 
[Outro: Peedi Crakk &Young Chris] 
YC: Chitty bang bang all I see in the ghetto is thangs bang 
YC: Bitches getting drunk and wetted and settle for gang bang 
YC: Bitch niggaz live for what they copy and never 
YC: Is it just me or do you agree things change 
YC: Yea...Young Gunnas...Chris and Neef 
YC: It`s our summer, O and Sparks 
YC: Peedi Crakk, Freeweezy, B. Sig 
YC: Holla at ya boys... Yea we doing big things nigga 
YC: State Prop. Clothing, cartoons, movies, yall niggaz know 
YC: Fuck yall wanna do 
YC: Young Gunnas nigga...Chris and Neef 
YC: Get it right nigga 
PC: We want, we want the kid that shot that B.B. Gun
 

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