[Intro: Young Buck]
G-Unit
Ayo spider
Ayo hit that nigga Banks up
Tell e'm, man, Ay man I just seen the niggas man (Yeah)
Yeah man tell that nigga call Pete, call that nigga Hav tell them niggas come on man
(Wass up)
Them niggas over there, man, them nigga slippin', man
They out there fuckin' with some hoes and shit
Come on niggas, let's go (Let's gooo)
[Chorus: Young Buck]
If you catch them niggas standin' outside, we gon' hop up out the ride, open fire, nigga, hit that ass up
Everybody die when the bullets start to fly, let 'em cry till da ambulance pick that ass up
Man down
(Yeah) Somebody got hit
Them niggas can't do it emptied out the whole clip, man down (Ohh)
You hear them people screamin'
They pumpin' on his chest but your man ain't breathin'
[Verse 1: Young Buck]
Since homie know my face ain't no need for no ski mask (Nah)
Hollow tips'll make a nigga go to sleep fast (Yea)
Catch him stuntin', showin' off in his E class (Wass up)
Pull up and put a hole in his cheap ass
Bought a Glock and it came with a body on it (Aight)
He showed me love though 'cause didn't nobody else want it
Hog tied a bitch throw him in da backseat (Yea)
Empty out the clip make them hoes run a track meet (Ohh)
Don't you love it when your enemy is lost and the sound of a 12 gage when it sound off (OK)
You catch that ass slippin' and he blame it on his boss (What)
Beggin' for his life, askin' you how much it cost (Yeaaaahhhh)
A bullet has no eyes and a trigger has no heart
The beef will never stop so the war 'bout to start
Don't be out there, I'm tellin' niggas soon as it dark
We gon' circle 'round da block
And throw this (Let's gooo!) bitch apart
[Chorus: Young Buck & Prodigy]
If you catch them niggas standin' outside, we gon' hop up out the ride, open fire, nigga, hit that ass up
Everybody die when the bullets start to fly, let 'em cry till da ambulance pick that ass up
Man down
(Yeah!) Somebody got hit
Them niggas can't do it emptied out the whole clip, man down (Ohh!)
You hear them people screamin' (Yeah)
They pumpin' on his chest but your man ain't breathin'
[Verse 2: Prodigy & Young Buck]
Ningga my slow flows intouchable
Your fans change they mind when P come through (Aight)
Cause I be sittin in da drop
Skimmin' with the top, your hoes saw the videos now they wanna pop now (Yeaaaahhhhhh)
Or maybe 'cause I gave David that stack
He cover my wrist, with invisible sets (What!)
Fresh off the private jets
Now we in da projects takin' pictures with the kids
Call me R.I.P. or V.I.P. da don
The people love me 'cause I say what they want
Tell these rappers they ain't shit and they mommas too
When you see me in da street, what'chu gon' do?
Pull your hats down to your feet and grow somewhere else
Better scape 'fore I make meat sauce out your grill (Ohhh!)
Nigga live from the top of the world
It's the Unit
Pray that you could do it
How (Let's gooo!) we do it
[Chorus: Young Buck]
If you catch them niggas standin' outside, we gon' hop up out the ride, open fire, nigga, hit that ass up
Everybody die when the bullets start to fly, let 'em cry till da ambulance pick that ass up
Man down
(Yeah!) Somebody got hit
Them niggas can't do it emptied out the whole clip, man down (Ohh!)
You hear them people screamin'
They pumpin' on his chest but your man ain't breathin'
[Outro: Young Buck]
Aight niggas
Just keep on talkin'
You know how I'm almost through with this court shit, nigga
Hah haaaa
Yeah
We gon' see which [?] niggas really wanna do it
Ya know
Get this motherfucker poppin'
50 what up?!
Yeah nigga, kick your feet up, nigga
Lay back, we got this
Nigga
Yea
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