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 mouthing off
Never really got in shit
Acting like you shot the shit
But hesitate to pop it off
When it's on, y'all be gone
C grip the pistol, drawn
Hitting 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 fucking body, or to show up for them bitches ?????
Acting 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 shitting puss
Bleeding 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 missing 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 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 niggaz
They want me up north, stressing with them white niggaz
Getting 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 pumping 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