Young Buck - Black Gloves (feat. 50 Cent) скачать mp3

[Young Buck:] Walk through a nigga block, 2 glocks, 2 tecks, 2 2-3's Give a nigga what he really want, when bitch niggas don't want beef Bitch niggas don't know me, wait till a nigga get in range Hate when a nigga wanna run his mouth, and live his life in pain We ain't even used to this, talk and where the gun shots at? Loose lips sank ships, ya'll niggas didn't even pop back Oh Lord, I swore, if any muthafucka holla my name I'm raw, spelled backwards, that's what I'm gon' bring Banks, what a nigga think?, we ain't got guns No troops, everything bulletproof, sniper's layin' down on the roof Stash box in the coupe nigga, I'm tellin' you the truth nigga Raise them lil bitty boys, all they do is come shoot niggas Black gloves, black mask Black shirt, black pants Blue steel, blue vest He dead, you next Put a couple holes in a hoe Let a nigga know he 'bout to go Put the pump right to his throat Bet he won't talk no more Black gloves, black mask Black shirt, black pants Blue steel, blue vest He dead, you next Black gloves, black mask Black shirt, black pants Blue steel, blue vest He dead, you next I'm commin', through the front door, mask on, let's ride Everybody on the muthafuckin floor, soon as a nigga get inside My hood, my click, your 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 haven't planned on stayin' long anyway, I ain't gon' lie Wonder why I still got bricks, wonder why I still got clips Cuz ain't a damn thing changed, ever since Young Buck got rich Are ya ready for the outcome, why you walkin 'round without a gun Shit real, till a nigga get killed, then you wanna run and get one Fuck that! I'm callin' out names, ja rule, ya'll lose I don't even care how it started, fuck me?, fuck you! Wait till yayo get home, we gon' really get these niggas gone But for now nigga, hold on, im'a show you how to break a bone Cashville, tennekee nigga!, we thug you knew it New York, we here, for life, G-Unit! Black gloves, black mask Black shirt, black pants Blue steel, blue vest He dead, you next Black gloves, black mask Black shirt, black pants Blue steel, blue vest He dead, you next [50 cent:] Yeahhhh, Young Buck nigga, cashville, tennessee nigga From your hood to my hood muthafucka, new york city nigga, haha Real shit nigga, it's all good nigga, haha, it's all hood nigga