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