Letras
Yeah, Young Gunnaz, State, State
State Prop Chain Gang
Yeah, 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
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 dog
Y'all really them niggas that be mouthing 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 niggas gone
Word till my niggas gone
This ain't just a song
This is real shit we live
Niggas will get ya kids
Hurry niggas 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 drawling
Actin' all big and buff
Niggas ain't really tough
Humble, but he might just be the
First to call you niggas bluff
Have you niggas shittin' puss
Bleedin' through the ass
C'll seize a nigga fast hit you bitches up
PC: We want
We want the kid that shot that BB gun
YC: Oh yea niggas wanna get on I
Got some niggas in my click
YC: That'll make your motherfuckin jaws tight
PC: We want
We want the kid that shot that BB gun
YC: Oh what niggas want to get on thats
Right I got some niggas in click
YC: That'll hit yall motherfuckas all night
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
Thirty shot MP5, spit out nines