Yeah, the Young Gunners
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Generation Next, the next generation
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Big Face, Bola
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Holla at cha boooys
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Okay, C and Neef
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Niggaz know what it is
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State, State Prop Chain Gang, Sigel
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We got jeopardy nigga
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[Verse 1: Young Chris]
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Radios don't give a nigga airplay
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Knowing them they gots to hear Jay
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It's our turn time to attack the game, Buck no fallin back again
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These niggaz better respect our game, or the tec I aim
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Don't be scared, be aware of the rap Bron James
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Even when I couldn't back my game
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I had a lot of women workin like Maxwell sing
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Hung around a lot of bad karma
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My brother did it so for me it sort of bagged drama
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It's just the business, had to lace up my boot
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Switch up my hoopties, damn I can't stand it when a nigga a groupie
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Lookin at me like his nigga'll shoot me
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When they should be tryna get at a cutie
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I got 50 to do em, kill em all cause them niggaz'll sue me
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And we give a fuck about them, tell them 50'll pursue them
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All my niggaz bust, witnessed a whole lot of death in our young ages
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Y'all see the stress in our young faces
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Y'all don't understand me inside, everytime I see his family I cry
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So everytime I pump my hand up to God
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Think of him all night with a tight grip on my heater
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And I pray that he all right hoping I meet em
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[Hook]
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We pouring liquor on the curb for our niggaz up above
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When it crash through the cement that's our way of showing love
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State Prop, you know us, if not you heard of us
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Tracks murdered, I'm far from raps time we surviving it
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We still'll dress up for them clubs or grip up on them snubs
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Find out where them niggaz rest, straight hit them niggaz up
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State Prop, you know us, if not you heard of us
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Tracks murdered, I'm far from raps time we surviving it
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This summer's our summer, Neef Buck come release some of that hunger
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[Verse 2: Neef Buck]
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What's the waiting for, nigga we ready
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What's them shanks for, nigga we heavy
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Play the Range boy, aiming steady
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Make his brains look like spaghetti
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Shotgun playa I'm the black Jim Kelly
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Plus I heard they be out on the daily
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Have his brain hanging out of his skelly
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Banging out on the daily
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They sick, that is we got guns that crack ribs
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And we comin, you scared, you don't know what this is
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It's more heat, homie we in the mix
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You yappin yo lips, we stackin these chips
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Kidnappin yo bitch, we got it
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Hustle, don't knock it
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Yours ain't sellin too much on the strip that's yo problem
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I'll show you how to grind from the bottom
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The beef jump, semiautomatic or revolve em
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It's Neef Buck, niggaz always said I was a problem
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The heat tucked, gotta let it out if it's a problem
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Show you how to do this thing, straight through the lane
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Get straight to the change, State Prop Chain Gang
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And I'm ridin, they frontin, they dyin I'm done
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Slugs out the eagle, it ain't bout nothin
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3: Beanie Sigel]
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I got you scrap, commit suicide
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All y'all need to kill yourself, go head scrap all you'll do is die
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Cause fuckin with Mac is do or die
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You know me scrap, and that cat tell the truest lies
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Circle your block in the bluest five
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How I pop two a dime
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Oozie pop out, two a time
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Yeah, that's usually how I do it ma
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Pull the Ford Concord in line
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Get hype right before I do a crime
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Talk to him calm, put the tool to his spine
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Show em what the whippings and the pills'll do
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Little dress, little wig, little heels'll do
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Big tech, little sig tinted wheels'll do
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Scrap check I turn a mil to a billion too
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Get the point Amil
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Muthafucka you can't point when I hit you, bitch I'll kill you too
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By the way send the tellers through
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Sharp crooks and we eating, get cooks and the dealers through
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Cause we ridin (they frontin)
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They dyin, we dumpin
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Young Gunners, Sigel that ain't bout nothin nigga
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[Hook]
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State Prop (You Know Us)
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Young Gunz |