lirik lagu state property – b.b. gun
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 w-lly hum north philly
hum keep a big milli hum them ain’t never been soft, naw dawg
y’all really them n-gg-z that be mouthin’ off
never really got in sh-t actin’ like you shot the sh-t
but hesitate to pop it off when it’s on, y’all be gone
c grip the pistol, drawn hittin’ till’ them n-gg-z gone
word till’ ma n-gg-z gone this ain’t just a song, this is real sh-t we live
n-gg-z will get ya kids, hurry n-gg-z switch your homes
don’t forget ya pistol, home, what the f-ck you buy it for
to catch a f-ckin’ body, or to show up for them b-tches drawn
actin’ all big and buff n-gg-z ain’t really tough
humble, but he might just be the first to call you n-gg-z bluff
have you n-gg-z sh-ttin’ p-ss bleedin’ through the -ss
c’ll seize a n-gg- fast hit you b-tches up!
we want, we want the kid that shot that b.b. gun
oh yea n-gg-z wanna get on i got some n-gg-z in my click
that’ll make your motherf-ckin’ jaws tight
we want, we want the kid that shot that b.b. gun
oh what n-gg-z want to get on thats right i got some n-gg-z in click
that’ll hit y’all motherf-ckas 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-gg-, i’m gonna shoot it
trust n-gg-, 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-t up on a hush out on bail, fresh outta jail
two cases, i got to fight n-gg- they sent me down try to right n-gg-z
they want me up north, stressin’ with them white n-gg-z
gettin’ husky, f-ck it let 12 judge me got to keep it on me daily
if you got some beef you smell me listen what you n-gg-z
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-ckas give me a second
we want, we want the kid that shot that b.b. gun
oh yea n-gg-z wanna get on i got some n-gg-z in my click
that’ll make your motherf-ckin’ jaws tight
we want, we want the kid that shot that b.b. gun
oh what n-gg-z want to get on thats right i got some n-gg-z in click
that’ll hit y’all motherf-ckas all night
sig. want sig. want you b-tch n-gg-z 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-t 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-gg-z not pac you not my state prop mothef-cka and
we want, we want the kid that shot that b.b. gun
oh yea n-gg-z wanna get on i got some n-gg-z in my click
that’ll make your motherf-ckin’ jaws tight
we want, we want the kid that shot that b.b. gun
oh what n-gg-z want to get on thats right i got some n-gg-z in click
that’ll hit y’all motherf-ckas all night
oschino n-gg- 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-tches 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-gg-z 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-gg-z 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-gg-z wanna get on i got some n-gg-z in my click
that’ll make your motherf-ckin’ jaws tight
we want, we want the kid that shot that b.b. gun
oh what n-gg-z want to get on thats right i got some n-gg-z in click
that’ll hit y’all motherf-ckas all night
chitty bang bang all i see in the ghetto is thangs bang
b-tches getting drunk and wetted and settle for gang bang
b-tch n-gg-z 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-gg-
state prop. clothing, cartoons, movies, y’all n-gg-z know
f-ck y’all wanna do, young gunnaz n-gg- chris and neef
get it right n-gg-, we want, we want the kid that shot that b.b. gun
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