Young Buck Gunz Go Bang Lyrics

Chorus-Young Buck]
Shots ran down, if you aint got a gun
Then you dont want none then that a__ better run
You can get hit in the middle of this s___
Bullets dont have no eyes when them m____fuckas come
Letcha GUNZ GO BANG, Letcha GUNZ GO BANG
Squeeze the trigger n____, do the d___ thing
Letcha GUNZ GO BANG, Letcha GUNZ GO BANG
Anybody can get it, thats all im sayin

[Verse-Young Buck]
Two Fo-Five's, tattood on my side
You'll die n____, before i lose my pride
I dont hide n____, This aint a bulletproof ride
I be out s___, before any n____ wanna try
Aint a vest that they make that can take a chopper
A unsolved mystery if its done proper
Partna, look what happened to Jimmy Hoffer
They still aint found his a__ so who shot em
AK'z i got em, i mean alot of em
I got it lookin like Fort Knox in this b____
A .40 Cal glock shoot 32 shots
Cant tell me i aint ready to get in some s___
Make a lane for me, homie get out the way
Been outta control and i aint got no brakes
Like a G would, i just do it for the hood
If i rob you, then my whole block could

[Chorus-Young Buck]
Shots ran down, if you aint got a gun
Then you dont want none then that a__ better run
You can get hit in the middle of this s___
Bullets dont have no eyes when them m____fuckas come
Letcha GUNZ GO BANG, Letcha GUNZ GO BANG
Squeeze the trigger n____, do the d___ thing
Letcha GUNZ GO BANG, Letcha GUNZ GO BANG
Anybody can get it, thats all im sayin

[Verse-Lil' Fame]
Yo i been f___in with these Brownville n____s for a long long time
We put it down for a long long time
Scufflin these streets for a long long time, and aint too many f___in with mine
Now i been spittin at you b____es for a long long time
Gettin at you b____es for a long long time
Brownsville stat, head patrol, anti-actional
Thats how i do it yall, thats how i duz it
Dont give a f___ (blllllaaattt) if you blood or cuzin
Keep ya ear tuned, n____ i be dancin with the grim reaper
Stuck in this b____ gettin reefer
So, gangsta with it with the face the
Face the boogy with the gangstas, gangsta boogy come on
Every street n____ aint a rapper
And every rapper aint a street n____, so holla at me

[Verse-Billy Danze]
Dont b____ out now n____, you see comin with the magnum
Heavy copper tops SPIT, clear out ya block QUICK
M.O.P. f__got we at it again with G-UNIT!!
Look, roll up in ya truck and i'll pump sumthin thru it
CASHVILLE, Buck said they love me
Cuz im side steppin and grippin my weapon when its ugly
And yall cant touch me, easy how you rub me
I'll show you the meaning of what a true thug mean
Brooklyn, home to the black bags and the white sheets
Its where we be position n____s of their feet
Its rugged in the street, FA' SHO!
We learn to, kick off a clip and open ya s___ at the door
No sudden moves, dont do it
You'll get foul chopped in a bag and stuffed in a Buick
The moral of the story is We Get To It
Where the G's roll, and dude i never walk alone