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.
When You Hear That
State Property Lyrics
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Whoop, whoop, uh, don't get handcuffed by the beast
When you hear that, that means the cops is comin' nigga
You better get to runnin' nigga
It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you
Without a rhyme about the nine and what the Tech do
The four pound line, a thirty eight special
Yeah, Scrap, when the Bastard's back out
The pastor's back out, the casket's passed out
It's shit bags and them Catholic's passed out
Shoot up the crack house, smack worker's bond like crack's out
Go to war, Mack never backed out
The mac's get backed out, the air's get dust off
The cage get bust off, the shaft and the stock get cut off
Your cash and your block get cut off
And the SWAT and the ambulance rush off
My hand on my nuts like fuck y'all
My SP Jeans drift, layin' on them dot grim shits
I'm out to buck you like and one, just run when the van come
When you hear that, that's the sound of the police
Whoop, whoop, man, you better throw that piece
Toss the handgun, before the man come
When you hear that, that means the cops is comin' nigga
You better get to runnin' nigga
Toss the handgun, before the man come
Wu, wu, wu, wu
Wu, wu, wu, wu, wu
Shame on a nigga, who try to run game on a nigga
Who put the strengths on a nigga
Wu bandana, I smoke Diana
Fuck Joanna, she hot, though we be hand her
The Ol' is famous, put in the rhymin'
I gets mine, stop being wondrous
Americana, half Montana
Only gonna smoke the best marijuana
Dis the Grammy's, on the panel
Change the channel, good smell flannel
You think shit is dandy, well, fuck your candy
Forty foot glock, shoot with handy
I fucked Amanda, you talk propaganda
Only gettin' money, on the Maranda
I stay candid, government branded
Heavy handed, woman demanding
When you hear that, that's the sound of the police
Whoop, whoop, man, you better throw that piece
Toss the handgun, before the man come
When you hear that, that means the cops is comin' nigga
You better get to runnin' nigga
Toss the handgun, before the man come
It's not game of R. Kelly
Run up on twenty-six and seven, coke peli'
Open up and them in deli, spray whoever the sweaty
My felony, mix emotions when I walk in that building
That's why I sip that purple pill
That make choke up your seven
Back the ac' as if you don't notice
Make me call that boy Mack, Bean Sig' flip you over
Respect mine, them tech nine's ain't my thing
I defeat the purpose of death lyin' with one ring
Make the place, vacate, I can't wait
For you to come out your face, so I could come off the waist
Hey, it's Peedi, Peedi, when you see me, take it easy
My uncle be named Reesy, his luger be named Squeezy
Make you get low without M-Eazy
My murder just might please you, you know them niggaz my people's
And every time you see me do my thing
They tell me, Peedi, Peedi, crush easy, the Mac gon' ring
When you hear that, that's the sound of the police
Whoop, whoop, man, you better throw that piece
Toss the handgun, before the man come
When you hear that, that means the cops is comin' nigga
You better get to runnin' nigga
Toss the handgun, before the man come
When you hear that
Yeah, this that shit straight out of jail, muthafuckas
You know what I'm sayin', you know how we get down, nigga
This that real shit, muthafucka, 2003 shit muthafucka
You know what I'm sayin', Dirt McGirt, muthafucka
Dirt McGirt, muthafucka, Beanie Sigel, muthafucka
Beanie Sigel, nigga, better get down and lay down
State Property
The lyrics of the song "When You Hear That" by State Property, is about the fear of the police and the harsh realities of living in a violent and crime-ridden city. The first verse warns listeners about the sound of the police, and urges them to run before they get caught. The next verse brings in more violent imagery, describing guns and weapons that are used in the streets. The chorus warns about the consequences of not avoiding the police, with an insistent "toss the handgun before the man come" hook that is repeated throughout the song.
Line by Line Meaning
When you hear that, that's the sound of the police
The sound you hear is that of the police.
Whoop, whoop, uh, don't get handcuffed by the beast
The police are coming, so try not to get arrested.
When you hear that, that means the cops is comin' nigga
Hearing that sound indicates the arrival of the police.
You better get to runnin' nigga
You should start running away.
It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you
It's been a while since I last made music.
Without a rhyme about the nine and what the Tech do
I haven't rapped about guns recently.
The four pound line, a thirty eight special
I have firearms like a 4 pounder and a .38 special.
With AK shells through your Teflon vest too
I have ammunition like AK shells that can penetrate Teflon vests.
Yeah, Scrap, when the Bastard's back out
When I pull out my weapon, anything can happen.
The pastor's back out, the casket's passed out
I'm causing destruction and chaos like a funeral procession.
It's shit bags and them Catholic's passed out
I'm making people faint or pass out from fear.
Shoot up the crack house, smack worker's bond like crack's out
I'm destroying and causing trouble in a drug house while beating workers.
Go to war, Mack never backed out
I'm always ready for a fight.
The mac's get backed out, the air's get dust off
I pull out my gun/machine gun, and it's been unused for so long that I need to dust it off.
The cage get bust off, the shaft and the stock get cut off
I'm shooting so many bullets that it's breaking the gun apart.
Your cash and your block get cut off
I'm taking away all your money and possessions.
And the SWAT and the ambulance rush off
The police and medical team are rushing to the scene of my destruction.
My hand on my nuts like fuck y'all
I don't care what anyone thinks about me.
My SP Jeans drift, layin' on them dot grim shits
My jeans can handle any situation, whether dangerous or not.
I'm out to buck you like and one, just run when the van come
I'm out to shoot at you, and when the police arrive, run away.
Wu, wu, wu, wu, wu, wu, wu
The sound of the police arriving.
Shame on a nigga, who try to run game on a nigga
You'll regret trying to trick or cheat me.
Who put the strengths on a nigga
Who gave me my powerful and dangerous weapons.
Wu bandana, I smoke Diana
I wear a Wu-Tang Clan headband and smoke weed.
Fuck Joanna, she hot, though we be hand her
I don't care about Joanna, even though she's attractive to me.
The Ol' is famous, put in the rhymin'
Old-school hip hop is renowned for its lyrics.
I gets mine, stop being wondrous
I'm getting paid, so don't question me.
Americana, half Montana
I have different drugs - some from America, some from Montana.
Only gonna smoke the best marijuana
I'll only smoke the most high-quality weed.
Dis the Grammy's, on the panel
I don't respect the Grammy Awards.
Change the channel, good smell flannel
Just change the TV channel and enjoy a comfortable flannel shirt.
You think shit is dandy, well, fuck your candy
If you think everything is fine and dandy, then I don't care and tell you to fuck off.
Forty foot glock, shoot with handy
I'm shooting a gun called the 40-foot Glock that I can handle easily.
I fucked Amanda, you talk propaganda
I had sex with someone named Amanda, and you're just spreading lies.
Only gettin' money, on the Maranda
The only thing I care about is making money.
I stay candid, government branded
I stay honest and true to myself, even if the government disapproves.
Heavy handed, woman demanding
I can be aggressive and dominant, and women can be demanding.
It's not game of R. Kelly
This is not a joke or trivial matter.
Run up on twenty-six and seven, coke peli'
Approach us with the intent of stealing cocaine from us.
Open up and them in deli, spray whoever the sweaty
Open fire on anyone inside the deli, especially if they seem nervous or panicked.
My felony, mix emotions when I walk in that building
I've committed a serious crime and feel various emotions when I enter the building where it happened.
That's why I sip that purple pill
I drink a certain type of pill that makes me feel better or relieves my anxiety.
That make choke up your seven
That makes you cough or choke.
Back the ac' as if you don't notice
Act like you don't see me holding a machine gun.
Make me call that boy Mack, Bean Sig' flip you over
I'll call my friends with weapons to come and attack you.
Respect mine, them tech nine's ain't my thing
Respect my authority, but I don't prefer or specialize in using Tec-9 guns.
I defeat the purpose of death lyin' with one ring
Using just one bullet in a gunfight won't help me be victorious or survive.
Make the place, vacate, I can't wait
I want everyone to leave so I can cause chaos and destruction.
For you to come out your face, so I could come off the waist
I want you to confront me so I can use my gun against you.
Hey, it's Peedi, Peedi, when you see me, take it easy
I'm Peedi, Peedi, and when you see me, stay calm and don't cause trouble.
My uncle be named Reesy, his luger be named Squeezy
My uncle goes by the name Reesy and has a gun called Squeezy.
Make you get low without M-Eazy
I can make you cower or hide without the help of M-Eazy (a person or drug).
My murder just might please you, you know them niggaz my people's
I might commit murder, and you know my friends will support me.
And every time you see me do my thing
Whenever you see me performing or rapping, remember who I am.
They tell me, Peedi, Peedi, crush easy, the Mac gon' ring
People tell me I'm good at smashing or defeating enemies and that my friends with guns will help me.
Yeah, this that shit straight out of jail, muthafuckas
This song is inspired by my time in jail.
You know what I'm sayin', you know how we get down, nigga
You know what I mean, and you know the way we do things.
This that real shit, muthafucka, 2003 shit muthafucka
This is authentic and genuine music from 2003.
You know what I'm sayin', Dirt McGirt, muthafucka
You know what I mean, and my name is Dirt McGirt.
Dirt McGirt, muthafucka, Beanie Sigel, muthafucka
Again, my name is Dirt McGirt, and Beanie Sigel is performing on this track too.
Beanie Sigel, nigga, better get down and lay down
Beanie Sigel is a tough guy, so you should get out of his way or submit to him.
State Property
Referring to the hip hop group with the same name.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: CHRISTOPHER D. RONEY, ERIC BARRIER, LAWRENCE GOODMAN, LAWRENCE KRSONE PARKER, RODNEY LEMAY, WARREN MCGLONE, WILLIAM GRIFFIN
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@PhillyAllStar2k10
Still that shit. State prop was so slept on 🤦🏾♂️
@michaelmyers8388
Odb verse is fucking life man I swear rest in peace to a goat of his kind frfr
@moneysl1641
This is under rated music
@BigSi-xw6wv
State property. Omg!!🔥🔥👏👏
@santo_mon
Still 🔥🔥🔥🔥
@kevinhill3903
Mack souf Philly 😮
@BigSi-xw6wv
Odb bananas!
@kimhale23
Don’t Get Handcuff by the Beast!!!!!!
@sagesaiyan6942
2:41 the best part of the song 😎
@bigchefharve7173
Odb funny