After group head Beanie Sigel's incarceration in 2004, his relationship with the State Property camp went sour. Beanie complained that the rest of State Property was not showing him support while he was in jail, saying no one except Oschino from his group came to visit him. When the Roc-A-Fella split occurred, he also made the decision to move State Property to Dame's Dame Dash Music Group, but the rest of them (except for members Oschino and Omillio Sparks) opted to stay on Roc-A-Fella instead.
Through Dame, Beanie declared State Property disbanded until further notice. In response, several members of the group began saying they never chose to be in the group and that they wouldn't have needed it to sell records. State Property eventually officially broke up, and a future group album is not planned.
However, recent mixtape tracks by members of State Property have featured other members of the group, suggesting that at least some of the members, or former members, including Sigel, are still on good terms.
"State Property" is also the name of a clothing line bearing their group insignia, run by Sigel as a subsidiary of Rocawear. Sigel starred in the 2002 independent film State Property.
B.B. Gun
State Property Lyrics
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Yeah, Chad West on the track
Sigel, Neef Buck, Peedi Crack, O and Sparks, Freeweezy
Yeah, State Prop Boys back in town
Backblock boys, pop boys, back you down
I ask is it me, or is it really them? Yeah I'm young
But y'all ain't never gonna big Willy hum North Philly
Y'all really them niggaz that be mouthin' 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 niggaz gone
Word till' ma niggaz gone this ain't just a song, this is real shit we live
Niggaz will get ya kids, hurry niggaz switch your homes
Don't forget ya pistol, home, what the fuck you buy it for
To catch a fuckin' body, or to show up for them bitches drawn
Actin' all big and buff niggaz ain't really tough
Humble, but he might just be the first to call you niggaz bluff
Have you niggaz shittin' puss bleedin' through the ass
C'll seize a nigga fast hit you bitches up!
We want, we want the kid that shot that B.B. Gun
Oh yea niggaz wanna get on I got some niggaz in my click
That'll make your motherfuckin' jaws tight
We want, we want the kid that shot that B.B. Gun
Oh what niggaz want to get on thats right I got some niggaz in click
That'll hit y'all motherfuckas all night
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 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 shit up on a hush out on bail, fresh outta jail
Two cases, I got to fight nigga they sent me down try to right niggaz
They want me up north, stressin' with them white niggaz
Gettin' husky, fuck it let 12 judge me got to keep it on me daily
If you got some beef you smell me listen what you niggaz
Tell me come out naked so I can be in the swidle dot pumpin' I'll wet it
But I'ma be both these fuckas give me a second
We want, we want the kid that shot that B.B. Gun
Oh yea niggaz wanna get on I got some niggaz in my click
That'll make your motherfuckin' jaws tight
We want, we want the kid that shot that B.B. Gun
Oh what niggaz want to get on thats right I got some niggaz in click
That'll hit y'all motherfuckas all night
Sig. want Sig. want you bitch niggaz 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 it's 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 shit 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 niggaz not Pac you not my State Prop mothefucka and
We want, we want the kid that shot that B.B. Gun
Oh yea niggaz wanna get on I got some niggaz in my click
That'll make your motherfuckin' jaws tight
We want, we want the kid that shot that B.B. Gun
Oh what niggaz want to get on thats right I got some niggaz in click
That'll hit y'all motherfuckas all night
Oschino nigga SP we want we want
That boy in the Porsche with the top in the trunk
Oschino long like joker clip all hanging out
Money over bitches 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 y'all niggaz do the running man
Born in the ghetto straight form the projects
Game like Le Bron 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
Y'all niggaz 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 B.B. Gun
Oh yea niggaz wanna get on I got some niggaz in my click
That'll make your motherfuckin' jaws tight
We want, we want the kid that shot that B.B. Gun
Oh what niggaz want to get on thats right I got some niggaz in click
That'll hit y'all motherfuckas all night
Chitty bang bang all I see in the ghetto is thangs bang
Bitches getting drunk and wetted and settle for gang bang
Bitch niggaz live for what they copy and never
Is it just me or do you agree things change?
Yea, Young Gunnaz Chris and Neef
It's our summer, O and Sparks Peedi Crakk, Freeweezy, B. Sig
Holla at ya boys, yea we doing big things nigga
State Prop. clothing, cartoons, movies, y'all niggaz know
Fuck y'all wanna do, Young Gunnaz nigga Chris and Neef
Get it right nigga, we want, we want the kid that shot that B.B. Gun
State Property's "B.B. Gun" is a rap song that speaks against fake "gangsta" attitudes. The lyrics are filled with warnings about the consequences of living such a lifestyle. The song portrays a world of violence where firearms play a significant role. It calls out those who talk tough but are hesitant when it comes to taking action. The artists challenge them to expose their true selves rather than hiding behind the façade of a persona that they cannot maintain. The message is that pretending to be something you are not will result in negative consequences.
The lyrics are gritty and raw as they explore the harsh realities of living in the ghetto. The language used is explicit and highlights the violent nature of this lifestyle. The lyrics describe the ways in which people are affected by this life, from loss of loved ones to injuries suffered at the hands of others. The lyrics emphasize the importance of staying true to oneself and the dangers of living a life of deception. Overall, the song is a warning against glorifying a lifestyle that has proven to be dangerous and unsustainable.
Line by Line Meaning
Yeah, Young Gunnaz, State, State, State Prop Chain Gang!
Introducing themselves as a collective, State Property presents their squad, which encompasses Young Gunnaz and Chain Gang.
I ask is it me, or is it really them? Yeah I'm young
But y'all ain't never gonna big Willy hum North Philly
State Prop members question if other rappers are actually valid while asserting their dominance over North Philadelphia's rap game.
Niggaz will get ya kids, hurry niggaz switch your homes
Don't forget ya pistol, home, what the fuck you buy it for
To catch a fuckin' body, or to show up for them bitches drawn
They encourage those to protect their families at all costs and to never forget the purpose of owning a firearm.
Have you niggaz shittin' puss bleedin' through the ass
C'll seize a nigga fast hit you bitches up!
The members are capable of causing a great deal of harm and pain resulting in death with their skills and weapons.
We want, we want the kid that shot that B.B. Gun
Oh yea niggaz wanna get on I got some niggaz in my click
That'll make your motherfuckin' jaws tight
The group is hunting for the individual that shot the BB gun while simultaneously boasting their clique's violent capabilities.
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
The group expresses their readiness to engage in violence and suggests that they are not afraid to use their weapons when necessary.
Keep the shit up on a hush out on bail, fresh outta jail
Two cases, I got to fight nigga they sent me down try to right niggaz
They want me up north, stressin' with them white niggaz
The group's members are constantly dealing with legal issues and are at odds with the authorities aiming to imprison them in a predominantly white prison facility in North Philadelphia.
Yea they call me that throwback kid 'cause that colt four
Fifth give ya holes and shit 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
The artist is known for carrying an old, but reliable gun to kill people with and asserts that he is willing to fight anyone who questions his violent skillset, even going as far as to reference Tupac.
Born in the ghetto straight form the projects
Game like Le Bron James but no Nike contract
They highlight their ability to come from low-income, high-crime areas and explain that they possess elite talent without corporate backing similar to basketball player LeBron James.
Chitty bang bang all I see in the ghetto is thangs bang
Bitches getting drunk and wetted and settle for gang bang
Bitch niggaz live for what they copy and never
Is it just me or do you agree things change?
The members discuss how corrupt the ghetto is, with individuals participating in criminal activities and settling for sexual encounters instead of striving to improve their situation.
Yea, Young Gunnaz Chris and Neef
It's our summer, O and Sparks Peedi Crakk, Freeweezy, B. Sig
Holla at ya boys, yea we doing big things nigga
State Prop. clothing, cartoons, movies, y'all niggaz know
Fuck y'all wanna do, Young Gunnaz nigga Chris and Neef
Get it right nigga, we want, we want the kid that shot that B.B. Gun
The group brags about all of their various projects and urges others to recognize their accomplishments while emphasizing their mission to find the shooter of the BB gun.
Contributed by Luke C. Suggest a correction in the comments below.