pound, got that new fore pound Dey bin used once or twice and they all for sale Waddadaday, waddadaday I'm the reason those things in my hood go bang
in the ground where the maggots crawl BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! This is not a game Say "hello" to my little friend.. Bang Bang Bang BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG
shit Fit to make you dance at the same time, stop and glance Slap flames out the nigga with the wrong idea Young niggas, young minds, but that quite contraire Young
go, cause if I gotta go I know I gotta go, but I'm goin out with a blast (goin out with a what) Chorus Goin out with a blast, to tells buck a buck a!
with California, come fuck with that Thats all you, go ahead, hop in the truck with that Take it down in Cashville and hit Young Buck with that Dont
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
funk 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
bombarded Allow our ?? don't disregard it Wanna be slick, chicks why you act so retarded? All you pseudo-tough guys end up dearly departed As a young
(GUNFIRE) (young buck) young buck,cmon,gunit,(hey yo buck light that shit up my niggas) the south is
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
in their children's eyes Now they give a fuck about us [Tupac] Some say niggaz is hard headed cause we love to trick Equipped with game so we bang
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
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
Stray Jacket Flow Im Insane When I Spit And How Yall Talkin Dat Young Gun Shit Yall Young But Yall Aint Guns Yall Aint Dumped One Clip Im Tha Games Young
' out My feary side, where we ride and we all fly high In the AM G5's, so twist ya fingers up and bang muf**ka bang Get ya money up, this cane is what
hoppin out My feary side, where we ride And we all fly high in the Leer G5's So, twist ya fingers up and bang, mufucka bang! Get ya money up, this cane
hoppin' out My feary side, where we ride and we all fly high In the AM G5's, so twist ya fingers up and bang muf**ka bang Get ya money up, this cane