have no eyes when them motherfuckers come (Yeaahh) Letcha guns go (BANG!), Letcha guns go (BANG!) Squeeze the trigga nigga, do the damn thang Letcha guns go (BANG!), Letcha guns go (BANG
Käännös: Young Buck. Guns pamahtaa.
them motherfuckers come Let your gun go bang (BANG!) Let your gun go bang (BANG!) Squeeze the trigga nigga, do the damn thang Let your guns go bang (BANG!) Let your guns go bang (BANG
boy Get your steel 'cuz I feel like a headbanger Yah, I got a gang of shits Styles guns my Uzzie wieghts a mutha-fuckin' ton Bucking down one, bucking down two Bucking
up on the pavement break the dice games up Behind smoke kids can't chase the ice cream truck Girls fighting over Rollie young boys hype things up Niggas fighting over Cold young
flex joint, Pete Rock joint Dj clue joint, even royal flush joint And a hundred other records, you get the point I used to hang with him You know I bang bang
? You got them like hit the ... turn them into motherfucking thugs nigger They'll be ... come bear with me, hang with us, same niggers go to jail with me Bang
to all Mitch Bader's Be Jealous, You mother fucker's ain't showing Tech Nina no love [Verse 1] Fuck Muh-Fuckers, buck Muh-Fuckers And the pain come nigga with a bang
with g-nocks Dont trust those bitches They choose to squish and let em squeel Go ahead and trust em You'll have no money screamin biaatch To tha billi ba-bang
of a young buck Got stuck, now you're bleedin' Hospital ward, is got your reading Learn about the knowledge of self ya see That ya mad enough to go and
A hero in their children's eyes Now they give a fuck about us Some say niggaz is hard headed 'Cause we love to trick Equipped with game So we bang with
shit? Well you can start, right before his ass get hit So when I walk up you can see the shotgun spit Ferrari roof go down, Lam doors go up I got
that old trey pound, got that new fore pound Nigga use once or twice and they all for sale I'm the reason those things in my hood go bang I got that
