B.B. Gun (Album Version|Explicit) - Young Gunz/Oschino/Beanie Sigel/Peedi Crakk

Written by：Chris Ries

Yea young gunnaz state state state prop chain gang

Yea 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 dawg

Y'all really them n**gaz that be mouthin' off

Never really got in sh*t

Actin' like you shot the sh*t

But hesitate to pop it off

When it's on y'all be gone

C grip the pistol drawn

Hittin' till' them n**gaz gone

Word till' ma n**gaz gone

This ain't just a song this is real sh*t we live

N**gaz will get ya kids hurry n**gaz switch your homes

Don't forget ya pistol home what the f**k you buy it for

To catch a f**kin' body or to show up for them b**ches

Actin' all big and buff

N**gaz ain't really tough

Humble but he might just be the first to call you n**gaz bluff

Have you n**gaz sh*ttin' puss

Bleedin' through the ass

C'll seize a n**ga fast

Hit you b**ches up

We want we want the kid that shot that bb gun

Oh yea n**gaz wanna get on I got some n**gaz in my click

That'll make your motherf**kin jaws tight

We want we want the kid that shot that bb gun

Oh what n**gaz want to get on thats right I got some n**gaz in click

That'll hit yall motherf**kas all night

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 n**ga I'm gonna shoot it

Trust n**ga you gonna come up missin' about mine

30 shot mp5 spit out nines

All hollows in ya gut

So you holla when it cuts

Let off a dime then I calm

20 shots'll follow up

You'll be sparkin' like a dutch

Keep the sh*t up on a hush

Out on bail fresh outta jail

Two cases I got to fight n**ga

They sent me down try to right n**gaz

They want me up north stressin' with them white n**gaz

Gettin' husky f**k it let 12 judge me

Got to keep it on me daily

If you got some beef you smell me

Listen what you n**gaz tell me come out naked

So I can be in the dot pumpin' I'll wet it

But I'ma be both these f**kas give me a second

We want we want the kid that shot that bb gun

Oh yea n**gaz wanna get on I got some n**gaz in my click

That'll make your motherf**kin jaws tight

We want we want the kid that shot that bb gun

Oh what n**gaz want to get on thats right I got some n**gaz in click

That'll hit yall motherf**kas all night

Sig want sig want you b**ch n**gaz still pumpin you guns

Like pump pellets won't puncture your lungs

Get your toes tagged who wanna slow drag

Dance with the devil who wanna play freeze tag with the metal

And you it tag its like a virus my whole crew sick

I'm the truth in the booth with my all blue kicks

But tell me why you mad dude like big o skits mitts

Yea they call me that throwback kid

Cause that colt four fifth give ya holes and sh*t

And you know I keep my ruger near

My back pocket keep the two shot there

Line up who wanna see if tupac dead

You'll knocked out ya tube socks yea

Get your wing tell me thing tupac said

Until the stop you n**gaz not pac

You not my state prop mothef**ka and

We want we want the kid that shot that bb gun

Oh yea n**gaz wanna get on I got some n**gaz in my click

That'll make your motherf**kin jaws tight

We want we want the kid that shot that bb gun

Oh what n**gaz want to get on thats right I got some n**gaz in click

That'll hit yall motherf**kas all night

We want we want

That boy in the porsche with the top

Oschino long like joker clip all hanging out

Money over b**ches what this sp gang about

Bought it like brotha man gas like son of sam

One through your face leave your stretched like a rubber band

You wouldn't understand you don't want it fam

The mc with the hammer have yall n**gaz do the running man

Born in the ghetto straight form the projects

Game like lebron james but no nike contract

Pitbull red nose 600 all gold marshland all froze

Low top red holes red shoe strings no socks on

Mr matinee be moving that popcorn

Yall n**gaz should stop drawing your oil paintings stink

While we in the kitchen cookin oils till they stink

We want we want the kid that shot that bb gun

Oh yea n**gaz wanna get on I got some n**gaz in my click

That'll make your motherf**kin jaws tight

We want we want the kid that shot that bb gun

Oh what n**gaz want to get on thats right I got some n**gaz in click

That'll hit yall motherf**kas all night

Chitty bang bang all I see in the ghetto is thangs bang

B**ches getting drunk and wetted and settle for gang bang

B**ch n**gaz live for what they copy and never

Is it just me or do you agree things change

Yea young gunnas chris and neef

It's our summer o and sparks

Peedi crakk freeweezy b sig

Holla at ya boys yea we doing big things n**ga

State prop clothing cartoons movies yall n**gaz know

F**k yall wanna do

Young gunnas n**ga chris and neef

Get it right n**ga

We want we want the kid that shot that bb gun