Young Buck - Guns Go Bang lyrics

(feat. M.O.P.) [Chorus: Young Buck] Shots rang out, if you ain't got a gun If you don't want none Then that a** better run You can get hit In the middle of this sh** Bullets don't have no eyes when them motherf**ers come Let your gun go bang (BANG!) Let your gun go bang (BANG!) Squeeze the trigga n***a, do the damn thang Let your guns go bang (BANG!) Let your guns go bang (BANG!) Anybody can get it, that's all I'm sayin' [Verse 1: Young Buck] Two four fives tattood on my side You will die n***a before I lose my pride I don't hide n***a This ain't a bullet-proof ride I be out there, for any n***a want to try Ain't a vest that they make that can take a chopper An unsolved mystery if its done proper Partner Look what happened to Jimmy Hoffa They still ain't found his a** so who shot him? AKs I got 'em I mean alot of 'em Got it lookin' like Fort Knox in this b**h A .40 cal Glock, shoot thirty two shots Can't tell me I ain't ready to get in some sh** Make a lane for me, homie get out the way Been out of contro and I ain't got no brakes Like a G would I just do it for the hood If I rob you then my whole block good [Chorus: Young Buck] Shots rang out, if you ain't got a gun If you don't want none Then that a** better run You can get hit In the middle of this sh** Bullets don't have no eyes when them motherf**ers come Let your gun go bang (BANG!) Let your gun go bang (BANG!) Squeeze the trigga n***a, do the damn thang Let your guns go bang (BANG!) Let your guns go bang (BANG!) Anybody can get it, that's all I'm sayin' [Verse 2: Lil' Fame] Yo I been thuggin' with these Brownville n***as for a long, long time (YUH!) We put it down for a long, long time (YUH!) Scuffle in these streets for a long long time And ain't too many f**in' with mine Now I've been..spittin' at you b**hes for a long long time Gettin' at you b**hes for a long long time Brownsville style [ni**a!!] Head to toe Anti X and O Thats how I do it ya'll, thats how I does it Don't give a f** (Brrraatt) if you Blood or Cuzzin Keep your ears tuned to this n***a, I be dancin' with the Grim Reaper Stuck in this b**h gettin' deeper So, gangsta boogie with the gangsta Gangsta boogie with the gangsta Gangsta boogie Every street n***a ain't a rapper And every rapper ain't a street n***a So holla at me [Chorus: Young Buck] Shots rang out, if you ain't got a gun If you don't want none Then that a** better run You can get hit In the middle of this sh** Bullets don't have no eyes when them motherf**ers come Let your gun go bang (BANG!) Let your gun go bang (BANG!) Squeeze the trigga n***a, do the damn thang Let your guns go bang (BANG!) Let your guns go bang (BANG!) Anybody can get it, that's all I'm sayin' [Verse 3: Billy Danze] Don't b**h out now n***a, you see me 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 your truck and I'll pump something through it [Ca$hville] Buck said they love me 'Cause I'm side steppin' and grippin' my weapon when it's ugly And y'all can't touch me Easy how you rub me I'll show you the meanin' of what a true thug be (Yeaahh!) Brooklyn, home to the black bags and the white sheets It's where we re-position n***as off they feet It's rugged in the street (FO'SHO!) We learn to, kick off a clip and open ya sh** at the door, So, no sudden moves don't do it You'll get found 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 (HAA!) [Chorus: Young Buck] Shots rang out, if you ain't got a gun If you don't want none Then that a** better run You can get hit In the middle of this sh** Bullets don't have no eyes when them motherf**ers come Let your gun go bang (BANG!) Let your gun go bang (BANG!) Squeeze the trigga n***a, do the damn thang Let your guns go bang (BANG!) Let your guns go bang (BANG!) Anybody can get it, that's all I'm sayin'