Young Gunz, composed of Young Chris & Neef Buck, is an American hip-hop duo… Read Full Bio ↴Young Gunz, composed of Young Chris & Neef Buck, is an American hip-hop duo from the Nicetown section of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. They are former members of Beanie Sigel's State Property collective and are currently signed to the Roc-A-Fella Records label. Young Gunz' debut single, "Can't Stop, Won't Stop", was one of the top 20 on the Billboard charts of 2003.
Chris & Neef also scored moderate success with the remix to "Can't Stop, Won't Stop" which features a guest appearance by St. Louis rapper, Chingy. The duo followed up with the hit record "No Better Love", featuring former Roc-A-Fella Records crooner, Rell. Unfortunately, the duo failed to gain as much success with their Just Blaze produced "Friday Night". After a brief hiatus, the duo returned with Swizz Beatz produced "Set It Off" off of their sophomore album, "Brothers from Another".
To date they have released two albums, "Tough Luv" and "Brothers from Another".
Chris & Neef also scored moderate success with the remix to "Can't Stop, Won't Stop" which features a guest appearance by St. Louis rapper, Chingy. The duo followed up with the hit record "No Better Love", featuring former Roc-A-Fella Records crooner, Rell. Unfortunately, the duo failed to gain as much success with their Just Blaze produced "Friday Night". After a brief hiatus, the duo returned with Swizz Beatz produced "Set It Off" off of their sophomore album, "Brothers from Another".
To date they have released two albums, "Tough Luv" and "Brothers from Another".
B.B. Gun
Young Gunz Lyrics
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Yeah, Young Gunnaz, State, State
State Prop Chain Gang
Yeah, 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 dog
Y'all really them niggas that be mouthing 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 niggas gone
Word till my niggas gone
This ain't just a song
This is real shit we live
Niggas will get ya kids
Hurry niggas switch your homes
Don't forget ya pistol, home
What the fuck you buy it for
To catch a fucking body or to
Show up for them bitches drawling
Actin' all big and buff
Niggas ain't really tough
Humble, but he might just be the
First to call you niggas bluff
Have you niggas shittin' puss
Bleedin' through the ass
C'll seize a nigga fast hit you bitches up
PC: We want
We want the kid that shot that BB gun
YC: Oh yea niggas wanna get on I
Got some niggas in my click
YC: That'll make your motherfuckin jaws tight
PC: We want
We want the kid that shot that BB gun
YC: Oh what niggas want to get on thats
Right I got some niggas in click
YC: That'll hit yall motherfuckas all night
Whoo whoop Bucky 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 missing about mine
Thirty 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 sparking 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 niggas
They want me up north
Stressing with them White niggas
Getting husky, fuck it let twelve judge me
Got to keep it on me daily
If you got some beef you smell me
Listen what you niggas tell me
Come out naked so I can be in the spittle
Doc pumping I'm wetted
But I'mma be both these fuckas
Give me a second
PC: We want
We want the kid that shot that BB gun
YC: Oh yea niggas wanna get on I
Got some niggas in my click
YC: That'll make your motherfuckin jaws tight
PC: We want
We want the kid that shot that BB gun
YC: Oh what niggas want to get on thats
Right I got some niggas in click
YC: That'll hit yall motherfuckas all night
Sig want Sig want you bitch
Niggas still pumping 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'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 Old skit's mitts
Yea they call me that throwback kid
Cause that colt four fifth put
Big 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 2Pac dead
You'll knocked out ya tube socks yea
Get your wing tell me thing 2Pac said
Until the STOP you niggas not PAC
You not MY State Prop mothefucka and
PC: We want
We want the kid that shot that BB gun
YC: Oh yea niggas wanna get on I
Got some niggas in my click
YC: That'll make your motherfuckin jaws tight
PC: We want
We want the kid that shot that BB gun
YC: Oh what niggas want to get on thats
Right I got some niggas in click
YC: That'll hit yall 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 yall
Niggas do the running man
Born in the ghetto straight form the projects
Game like LeBron James but no Nike contract
Pitbull red nose six hundred all
Gold marshland all froze
Low top red holes red shoe
Strings no socks on
Mr matinee be moving that popcorn
Yall niggas should stop drawing
Your oil paintings stink
While we in the kitchen cookin
Oils till they stink
PC: We want
We want the kid that shot that BB gun
YC: Oh yea niggas wanna get on I
Got some niggas in my click
YC: That'll make your motherfuckin jaws tight
PC: We want
We want the kid that shot that BB gun
YC: Oh what niggas want to get on thats
Right I got some niggas in click
YC: That'll hit yall motherfuckas all night
YC: Chitty bang bang all I see
In the ghetto is thangs bang
YC: Bitches getting drunk and wetted
And settle for gang bang
YC: Bitch niggas live for what
They copy and never yC: Is it just me or
Do you agree things change
YC: Yeayoung Gunnaschris and Neef
YC: It's our summer, O and Sparks
YC: Peedi Crakk, Freeweezy, B sig
YC: Holla at ya boys yea
We doing big things nigga
YC: State Prop clothing, cartoons, movies
Yall niggas know yC: Fuck yall wanna do
YC: Young Gunnas niggachris and Neef
YC: Get it right nigga pC: We want
We want the kid that shot that BB gun
State Prop Chain Gang
Yeah, 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
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 dog
Y'all really them niggas that be mouthing 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 niggas gone
Word till my niggas gone
This ain't just a song
This is real shit we live
Niggas will get ya kids
Hurry niggas switch your homes
Don't forget ya pistol, home
What the fuck you buy it for
To catch a fucking body or to
Show up for them bitches drawling
Actin' all big and buff
Niggas ain't really tough
Humble, but he might just be the
First to call you niggas bluff
Have you niggas shittin' puss
Bleedin' through the ass
C'll seize a nigga fast hit you bitches up
PC: We want
We want the kid that shot that BB gun
YC: Oh yea niggas wanna get on I
Got some niggas in my click
YC: That'll make your motherfuckin jaws tight
PC: We want
We want the kid that shot that BB gun
YC: Oh what niggas want to get on thats
Right I got some niggas in click
YC: That'll hit yall motherfuckas all night
Whoo whoop Bucky 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 missing about mine
Thirty 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 sparking 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 niggas
They want me up north
Stressing with them White niggas
Getting husky, fuck it let twelve judge me
Got to keep it on me daily
If you got some beef you smell me
Listen what you niggas tell me
Come out naked so I can be in the spittle
Doc pumping I'm wetted
But I'mma be both these fuckas
Give me a second
PC: We want
We want the kid that shot that BB gun
YC: Oh yea niggas wanna get on I
Got some niggas in my click
YC: That'll make your motherfuckin jaws tight
PC: We want
We want the kid that shot that BB gun
YC: Oh what niggas want to get on thats
Right I got some niggas in click
YC: That'll hit yall motherfuckas all night
Sig want Sig want you bitch
Niggas still pumping 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'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 Old skit's mitts
Yea they call me that throwback kid
Cause that colt four fifth put
Big 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 2Pac dead
You'll knocked out ya tube socks yea
Get your wing tell me thing 2Pac said
Until the STOP you niggas not PAC
You not MY State Prop mothefucka and
PC: We want
We want the kid that shot that BB gun
YC: Oh yea niggas wanna get on I
Got some niggas in my click
YC: That'll make your motherfuckin jaws tight
PC: We want
We want the kid that shot that BB gun
YC: Oh what niggas want to get on thats
Right I got some niggas in click
YC: That'll hit yall 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 yall
Niggas do the running man
Born in the ghetto straight form the projects
Game like LeBron James but no Nike contract
Pitbull red nose six hundred all
Gold marshland all froze
Low top red holes red shoe
Strings no socks on
Mr matinee be moving that popcorn
Yall niggas should stop drawing
Your oil paintings stink
While we in the kitchen cookin
Oils till they stink
PC: We want
We want the kid that shot that BB gun
YC: Oh yea niggas wanna get on I
Got some niggas in my click
YC: That'll make your motherfuckin jaws tight
PC: We want
We want the kid that shot that BB gun
YC: Oh what niggas want to get on thats
Right I got some niggas in click
YC: That'll hit yall motherfuckas all night
YC: Chitty bang bang all I see
In the ghetto is thangs bang
YC: Bitches getting drunk and wetted
And settle for gang bang
YC: Bitch niggas live for what
They copy and never yC: Is it just me or
Do you agree things change
YC: Yeayoung Gunnaschris and Neef
YC: It's our summer, O and Sparks
YC: Peedi Crakk, Freeweezy, B sig
YC: Holla at ya boys yea
We doing big things nigga
YC: State Prop clothing, cartoons, movies
Yall niggas know yC: Fuck yall wanna do
YC: Young Gunnas niggachris and Neef
YC: Get it right nigga pC: We want
We want the kid that shot that BB gun
The lyrics to Young Gunz's song "B.B. Gun" depict the group asserting their dominance and addressing those who question their credibility and toughness. They proudly represent their neighborhood, North Philly, and emphasize their willingness to use firearms if necessary. The lyrics convey a sense of authenticity and real-life experiences, as they warn others about the consequences of disrespecting them or their crew. The repetitive chorus, "We want the kid that shot that BB gun," serves as a rallying call, demanding respect and challenging anyone who doubts their ability to handle themselves.
Overall, the lyrics of "B.B. Gun" showcase Young Gunz's assertiveness and confidence, highlighting their willingness to defend themselves and their reputation. They emphasize the harsh realities of their environment and the consequences faced by those who underestimate them. The song acts as a statement of strength and a warning to others who may try to cross them.
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: CHAD HAMILTON, CHRISTOPHER RIES, DWIGHT GRANT, HANIF MUHAMMAD, PEDRO LUIS ZAYAS, RYAN PRESSON, UMAR SAEED ALWAN
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