(feat. Beanie Sigel)



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



[Verse 1: Young Chris]

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



[Hook]

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



[Verse 2: Neef Buck]

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



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[Verse 3: Beanie Sigel]

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 frontin)

They dyin, we dumpin

Young Gunners, Sigel that ain't bout nothin nigga



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