Black Gloves

[Verse 1: Young Buck] Walk through a nigga block Two Glock, two tecs, two two-threes Give a nigga what he really want When bitch niggas don't want beef Bitch niggas don't know me Wait 'til a nigga get in range Hate when a nigga wanna run his mouth Then, live his life in pain We ain't even used to this Talkin, where the gunshots at? Loose lips sink ships Y'all niggas didn't even pop back Oh Lord, I swear Any motherfucker holla my name I'm raw, spelled backwards Dat's what I'm gon' brang Banks, what a nigga thankin? We ain't got guns? No troops? E'rythang bulletproof Snipers layin down on the roof Stash box in the Coupe NI-GGAH I'm tellin you the truth NI-GGAH I raise them lil' penny boys All they do is come shoot niggas [Bridge: Young Buck] Black glove, black mask Black shirt, black pants Blue steel, blue vest He dead, you next Put a couple holes in a ho Let a nigga know he 'bout to go Put the pump right to his throat Bet he won't talk no mo' [Chorus: Young Buck] Black glove, black mask Black shirt, black pants Blue steel, blue vest He dead, you next Black glove, black mask Black shirt, black pants Blue steel, blue vest He dead, you next [Verse 2: Young Buck] I'm comin', through the front do' Mask on, let's ride E'rybody on the motherfuckin' flo' Soon as a nigga get inside My hood, my clique Yo' wife, my bitch Show a nigga that you really love him Set him up to hit a good lick Cops comin', I'm not runnin' If I do die, don't cry I hadn't planned on stayin' long anyway I ain't gon' lie Wonder why I still got bricks? Wonder why I still got clips? Cause ain't a damn thang changed Ever since Young Buck done got rich Are you ready for the outcome? Why you walkin 'round without a gun? Shit real 'til a nigga get killed Then you wanna run and get one Fuck that, I'm callin out names Ja Rule, y'all lose I don't even care how it started Fuck me? FUCK YOU! Wait 'til Yayo get home We gon' really get these niggas gone But for now a nigga hold on I'mma show you how to break a bone Ca$hville, Ten-a-ki' nigga We thugs, you knew it New York, we here Fo' life, G-Unit! [Chorus: Young Buck] Black glove, black mask Black shirt, black pants Blue steel, blue vest He dead, you next Black glove, black mask Black shirt, black pants Blue steel, blue vest He dead, you next [Outro: 50 Cent] Yeah!! Young Buck, nigga! Ca$hville Tennessee, nigga From yo' hood to my hood, motherfucker New York City, nigga, ha ha ha Real shit, nigga It's all good, nigga, ha ha ha It's all hood, nigga