State Property - B.B. Gun lyrics

Yeah, Young Gunnaz, State, State, State Prop Chain Gang! Yeah, Chad West on the track Sigel, Neef Buck, Peedi Crack, O and Sparks, Freeweezy Yeah, State Prop Boys back in town Backblock boys, pop boys, back you down I ask is it me, or is it really them? Yeah 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 n***az that be mouthin' off Never really got in sh** actin' like you shot the sh** But hesitate to pop it off when it's on, y'all be gone C grip the pistol, drawn hittin' till' them n***az gone Word till' ma n***az gone this ain't just a song, this is real sh** we live n***az will get ya kids, hurry n***az switch your homes Don't forget ya pistol, home, what the f** you buy it for To catch a f**in' body, or to show up for them b**hes drawn Actin' all big and buff n***az ain't really tough Humble, but he might just be the first to call you n***az bluff Have you n***az sh**tin' puss bleedin' through the a** C'll seize a n***a fast hit you b**hes up! We want, we want the kid that shot that B.B. Gun Oh yea n***az wanna get on I got some n***az in my click That'll make your motherf**in' jaws tight We want, we want the kid that shot that B.B. Gun Oh what n***az want to get on thats right I got some n***az in click That'll hit y'all motherf**as all night 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 n***a, I'm gonna shoot it Trust n***a, 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 sh** up on a hush out on bail, fresh outta jail Two cases, I got to fight n***a they sent me down try to right n***az They want me up north, stressin' with them white n***az Gettin' husky, f** it let 12 judge me got to keep it on me daily If you got some beef you smell me listen what you n***az Tell me come out naked so I can be in the swidle dot pumpin' I'll wet it But I'ma be both these f**as give me a second We want, we want the kid that shot that B.B. Gun Oh yea n***az wanna get on I got some n***az in my click That'll make your motherf**in' jaws tight We want, we want the kid that shot that B.B. Gun Oh what n***az want to get on thats right I got some n***az in click That'll hit y'all motherf**as all night Sig. want Sig. want you b**h n***az 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 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 O skits mitts Yea they call me that throwback kid 'cause that colt four Fifth give ya holes and sh** 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 n***az not Pac you not my State Prop mothef**a and We want, we want the kid that shot that B.B. Gun Oh yea n***az wanna get on I got some n***az in my click That'll make your motherf**in' jaws tight We want, we want the kid that shot that B.B. Gun Oh what n***az want to get on thats right I got some n***az in click That'll hit y'all motherf**as all night Oschino n***a 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 b**hes 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 y'all n***az do the running man Born in the ghetto straight form the projects Game like Le Bron 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 Y'all n***az should stop drawing your oil paintings stink While we in the kitchen cookin' oils till they stink We want, we want the kid that shot that B.B. Gun Oh yea n***az wanna get on I got some n***az in my click That'll make your motherf**in' jaws tight We want, we want the kid that shot that B.B. Gun Oh what n***az want to get on thats right I got some n***az in click That'll hit y'all motherf**as all night Chitty bang bang all I see in the ghetto is thangs bang b**hes getting drunk and wetted and settle for gang bang b**h n***az live for what they copy and never Is it just me or do you agree things change? Yea, Young Gunnaz Chris and Neef It's our summer, O and Sparks Peedi Crakk, Freeweezy, B. Sig Holla at ya boys, yea we doing big things n***a State Prop. clothing, cartoons, movies, y'all n***az know f** y'all wanna do, Young Gunnaz n***a Chris and Neef Get it right n***a, we want, we want the kid that shot that B.B. Gun