[Verse 1: Young Buck]
Walk through a n***a block
Two Glock, two tecs, two two-threes
Give a n***a what he really want
When bitch n***as don't want beef
Bitch n***as don't know me
Wait 'til a n***a get in range
Hate when a n***a 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 n***as 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 n***a 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 n***as
[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 n***a know he 'bout to go
Put the pump right to his throat
Bet he won't talk no mo'

[Hook: 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 n***a get inside
My hood, my clique
Yo' wife, my bitch
Show a n***a 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 n***a get killed
Then you wanna run and get one
Fuck that, I'm callin out names
Ja Rule, y'all loose
I don't even care how it started
Fuck me? FUCK YOU!
Wait 'til Yayo get home
We gon' really get these n***as gone
But for now a n***a hold on
I'mma show you how to break a bone
Ca$hville, Ten-a-ki' n***a
We thugs, you knew it
New York, we here
Fo' life, G-Unit!
[Hook: 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 n***a!
Ca$hville Tennessee n***a
From yo' hood to my hood motherfucker
New York City n***a, ha ha ha
Real shit n***a
It's all good n***a, ha ha ha
It's all hood n***a