Gun Plus a Mask

[Intro: Juicy J]

You niggas gon' have to start

Watchin' your mothafuckin' back

Real shit

[Chorus: Juicy J]

A gun plus a mask, you do the math

All my goons know, that equals cash

That equals cash, that equals cash

A gun plus a mask, that equals cash

So if you're fucked up down to your last

A gun and a mask gon' get ya cash

A gun plus a mask, you do the math

All my goons know, that equals cash

[Verse 1: Juicy J]

What you know about it, nigga, this that goon shit

AK sweep a nigga house without a broomstick

So nigga, come up off that bag, or them pistols blast

With the choppa at yo house lyin' in the grass

They'll rob a nigga blind if they doin' bad

Duct tape around the handle, they don't use a mag

So tell 'em where it's at, don't tell 'em no more lies

Line yo family up against the wall, and open fire

All you trap niggas are victims, jackers gon' catch you slippin'

Feeling yourself, flashin' and stuntin', niggas gon' come up missin'

You trappers gon' drop off that cash, you see 'em out here and they hurtin'

That gun to your back, it's a robbery, nigga, now don't make it a murder

Too late to talk when the shit hit the fan

Got choppas on deck, more drums than a band

Gun a nigga down, leave 'em where he stands

Highway to hell, nigga, better start praying

[Chorus: Juicy J]

A gun plus a mask, you do the math

All my goons know, that equals cash

That equals cash, that equals cash

A gun plus a mask, that equals cash

So if you're fucked up down to your last

A gun and a mask gon' get ya cash

A gun plus a mask, you do the math

All my goons know, that equals cash

[Bridge: Juicy J]

Walk up to your house, knock on your door, and blow your ass off

Drop it off, drop it off, bitch, I got a sawed-off

Bitch, I got a sawed-off

Walk up to your house, knock on your door, and blow your ass off

Drop it off, drop it off, bitch, I got a sawed-off

Bitch, I got a sawed-off

[Verse 2: Yelawolf]

They telling me Yela, don't swing, look buddy, don't worry 'bout me

If you in my lane, you end up in a drainage ditch with the snakes and the leeches

Not a single mothafucka out here want it, 'cause I never did shit but me

It's about time that I said it, hey, would I regret it? We'll see

Yelawolf, I'm a loose cannon, ask David Banner how deep

I was born and raised in this shit, momma, I got manners 'bout me

But I'll get dirty if I gotta get dirtier than a mothafuckin' piranha up in a Alabama creek

I'm hotter than you in the middle of the summer

Sitting in a sauna under the sun up in a Alabama street, shit

Rockin' rollin', I got noted, I'm going up, yeah, I'm going

Fuck with my dreams and my people, I got that poetry loaded

My soul is sold, and they sold it, street told and quoted

I leave the potato smoking, look bitch don't think that I'm jokin'

Click, POW!