state prop (you know us)

yeah

the young gunners

generation next

the next generation

big face

bola

holla at cha boooys

okay

c and neef

niggaz know what it is

state

state prop chain gang

sigel

we got jeopardy nigga

radios don't give a nigga airplay

knowing them they gots to hear jay

it's our turn time to attack the game

buck no fallin back again

these niggaz better respect our game

or the tec i aim

don't be scared

be aware of the rap bron james

even when i couldn't back my game

i had a lot of women workin like maxwell sing

hung around a lot of bad karma

my brother did it so for me it sort of bagged drama

it's just the business

had to lace up my boot

switch up my hoopties

damn i can't stand it when a nigga a groupie

lookin at me like his nigga'll shoot me

when they should be tryna get at a cutie

i got 50 to do em

kill em all cause them niggaz'll sue me

and we give a fuck about them

tell them 50'll pursue them

all my niggaz bust

witnessed a whole lot of death in our young ages

y'all see the stress in our young faces

y'all don't understand me inside

everytime i see his family i cry

so everytime i pump my hand up to god

think of him all night with a tight grip on my heater

and i pray that he all right hoping i meet em

we pouring liquor on the curb for our niggaz up above

when it crash through the cement that's our way of showing love

state prop

you know us

if not you heard of us

tracks murdered

i'm far from raps time we surviving it

we still'll dress up for them clubs or grip up on them snubs

find out where them niggaz rest

straight hit them niggaz up

state prop

you know us

if not you heard of us

tracks murdered

i'm far from raps time we surviving it

this summer's our summer

neef buck come release some of that hunger

what's the waiting for

nigga we ready

what's them shanks for

nigga we heavy

play the range boy

aiming steady

make his brains look like spaghetti

shotgun playa i'm the black jim kelly

plus i heard they be out on the daily

have his brain hanging out of his skelly

banging out on the daily

they sick

that is we got guns that crack ribs

and we comin

you scared

you don't know what this is

it's more heat

homie we in the mix

you yappin yo lips

we stackin these chips

kidnappin yo bitch

we got it

hustle

don't knock it

yours ain't sellin too much on the strip that's yo problem

i'll show you how to grind from the bottom

the beef jump

semiautomatic or revolve em

it's neef buck

niggaz always said i was a problem

the heat tucked

gotta let it out if it's a problem

show you how to do this thing

straight through the lane

get straight to the change

state prop chain gang

and i'm ridin

they frontin

they dyin i'm done

slugs out the eagle

it ain't bout nothin

i got you scrap

commit suicide

all y'all need to kill yourself

go head scrap all you'll do is die

cause fuckin with mac is do or die

you know me scrap

and that cat tell the truest lies

circle your block in the bluest five

how i pop two a dime

oozie pop out

two a time

yeah

that's usually how i do it ma

pull the ford concord in line

get hype right before i do a crime

talk to him calm

put the tool to his spine

show em what the whippings and the pills'll do

little dress

little wig

little heels'll do

big tech

little sig tinted wheels'll do

scrap check i turn a mil to a billion too

get the point amil

muthafucka you can't point when i hit you

bitch i'll kill you too

by the way send the tellers through

sharp crooks and we eating

get cooks and the dealers through

cause we ridin

they dyin

we dumpin

young gunners

sigel that ain't bout nothin nigga