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letra de gunz go bang ft. m.o.p. - young buck

[chorus-young buck]
shots ran down, if you aint got a gun
then you don’t want none then that -ss better run
you can get hit in the middle of this sh-t
bullets don’t have no eyes when them m-th-f-ckas come
letcha gunz go bang, letcha gunz go bang
squeeze the trigger n-gg-, do the d-mn thing
letcha gunz go bang, letcha gunz go bang
anybody can get it, that’s all im sayin

[verse-young buck]
two fo-five’s, tattood on my side
you’ll die n-gg-, before i lose my pride
i don’t hide n-gg-, this aint a bulletproof ride
i be out sh-t, before any n-gg- wanna try
aint a vest that they make that can take a chopper
a unsolved mystery if it’s done proper
partna, look what happened to jimmy hoffer
they still aint found his -ss so who shot em
ak’z i got em, i mean a lot of em
i got it lookin like fort knox in this b-tch
a .40 cal glock shoot 32 shots
cant tell me i aint ready to get in some sh-t
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

[verse-lil’ fame]
yo i been f-ckin with these brownville n-gg-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-ckin with mine
now i been spittin at you b-tches for a long long time
gettin at you b-tches for a long long time
brownsville stat, head patrol, anti-actional
that’s how i do it yall, that’s how i duz it
don’t give a f-ck (blllllaaattt) if you blood or cuzin
keep ya ear tuned, n-gg- i be dancin with the grim reaper
stuck in this b-tch gettin reefer
so, gangsta with it with the face the
face the boogy with the gangstas, gangsta boogy come on
every street n-gg- aint a rapper
and every rapper aint a street n-gg-, so holla at me

[verse-billy danze]
don’t b-tch out now n-gg-, you see comin with the magnum
heavy copper tops spit, clear out ya block quick
m.o.p. f-ggot 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 it’s ugly
and yall can’t 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-gg-s of their feet
its rugged in the street, fa’ sho!
we learn to, kick off a clip and open ya sh-t at the door
no sudden moves, don’t 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

- young buck

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