Young Gunz & Beanie Sigel State Prop (You Know Us) Lyrics

The Chain Gang Vol. 2 Track Listing
  • 1 Can't Stop, Won't Stop
  • 2 It's On
  • 3 Temporary Relief
  • 4 Rolling Down the Freeway
  • 5 B.B. Gun
  • 6 State Prop (You Know Us)
  • 7 When You Hear That
  • 8 Still in Effect
  • 9 Blow
  • 10 Been Down To Long
  • 11 G.A.M.E.
  • 12 Just Another Nigga
  • 13 Want Me Back
  • 14 See Clearly
  • 15 If I Could Do It All Again
  • 16 Criminal Background
  • 17 94 Bars
  • 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

    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


    [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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