B.B. Gun - Young Gunz, Oschino, Beanie Sigel

Yeah, Young Gunnaz, State, State, State Prop Chain Gang

Yeah, 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

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 dog

Y’all really them niggas that be mouthing 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 niggas gone

Word till my niggas gone

This ain’t just a song, this is real shit we live

Niggas will get ya kids, hurry niggas switch your homes

Don’t forget ya pistol, home, what the fuck you buy it for

To catch a fucking body or to show up for them bitches drawling

Actin' all big and buff

Niggas ain’t really tough

Humble, but he might just be the first to call you niggas bluff

Have you niggas shittin' puss

Bleedin' through the ass

C’ll seize a nigga fast

Hit you bitches up

PC: We want, we want the kid that shot that B.B. Gun

YC: Oh yea niggas wanna get on I got some niggas 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 niggas want to get on thats right I got some niggas in click

YC: That’ll hit yall motherfuckas all night

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 missing about mine

Thirty 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 sparking 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 niggas

They want me up north, stressing with them White niggas

Getting husky, fuck it let twelve judge me

Got to keep it on me daily

If you got some beef you smell me

Listen what you niggas tell me, come out naked

So I can be in the spittle, doc pumping I’m wetted

But I’mma be both these fuckas give me a second

Sig.

want Sig.

want you bitch niggas still pumping 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’s 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 Old skits mitts

Yea they call me that throwback kid

Cause that colt four fifth put big 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 2Pac dead

You’ll knocked out ya tube socks yea

Get your wing tell me thing 2Pac said

Until the STOP you niggas not PAC

You not MY State Prop mothefucka and

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 niggas do the running man

Born in the ghetto straight form the projects

Game like LeBron James but no Nike contract

Pitbull red nose six hundred all gold marshland all froze

Low top red holes red shoe strings no socks on

Mr. Matinee be moving that popcorn

Yall niggas should stop drawing your oil paintings stink

While we in the kitchen cookin oils till they stink

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 niggas 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 niggas 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