State Prop (You Know Us) Young Gunz (Ft. Beanie Sigel)
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[Intro: Young Chris]
Yeah, Young Gunnaz
Generation Next, the next generation
Big Face, Boola
Holla at 'cha boooys!
(Okay) C and Neef (Okay)
Niggas 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 got to hear Jay
(This summer's our summer, gotta tell em to wait, oh)
It's our turn time to attack the game
Buck no fallin back again
These niggas better respect our game, or the TEC I aim
Don't be scared, be aware of the rap Bron James
And 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 boots, switch up my hoopties
Damn I can't stand it when a nigga a groupie
Lookin at me like his niggas'll shoot me
When they should be tryna get at a cutie, I got 50 to do em
Kill em all cause them niggas'll sue me
And we give a fuck about them, tell them 50'll sue them
All my niggas 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
Yeah, Young Gunnaz
Generation Next, the next generation
Big Face, Boola
Holla at 'cha boooys!
(Okay) C and Neef (Okay)
Niggas 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 got to hear Jay
(This summer's our summer, gotta tell em to wait, oh)
It's our turn time to attack the game
Buck no fallin back again
These niggas better respect our game, or the TEC I aim
Don't be scared, be aware of the rap Bron James
And 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 boots, switch up my hoopties
Damn I can't stand it when a nigga a groupie
Lookin at me like his niggas'll shoot me
When they should be tryna get at a cutie, I got 50 to do em
Kill em all cause them niggas'll sue me
And we give a fuck about them, tell them 50'll sue them
All my niggas 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
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