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