I'm raw, spelled backwards, that's what I'm gon' bring
Black gloves, black mask, black shirt, black pants
Black gloves, black mask, black shirt, black pants
Everybody on the muthafuckin' floor, soon as a nigga get inside
Show a nigga that you really love him, set him up to hit a good lick
I haven't planned on stayin' long anyway, I ain't gon' lie
Yeah, Young Buck nigga, Cashville, Tennessee nigga
Hate when a nigga wanna run his mouth, and live his life in pain
Black gloves, black mask, black shirt, black pants
But for now nigga, hold on, I'm'a show you how to break a bone
Oh Lord, I swore, if any muthafucka holla my name
New York city nigga, real shit nigga
From your hood to my hood muthafucka
Black gloves, black mask, black shirt, black pants
Blue steel, blue vest, he dead, you next
Put the pump right to his throat, bet he won't talk no more
No troops, everything bulletproof, sniper's layin' down on the roof
Black gloves, black mask, black shirt, black pants
Cops comin', I'm not runnin, if I do die, don't cry
Blue steel, blue vest, he dead, you next
Loose lips sank ships, ya'll niggas didn't even pop back
We ain't even used to this, talk and where the gun shots at?
New York, we here, for life, G-Unit
Wonder why I still got bricks, wonder why I still got clips
Shit real, till a nigga get killed, then you wanna run and get one
Cashville, Tennekee nigga, we thug you knew it
Blue steel, blue vest, he dead, you next
Blue steel, blue vest, he dead, you next
Raise them 'lil bitty boys, all they do is come shoot niggas
Banks, what a nigga think?, we ain't got guns
Fuck that! I'm callin' out names, Ja Rule, y'all lose
Blue steel, blue vest, he dead, you next
Bitch niggas don't know me, wait till a nigga get in range
My hood, my click, your wife, my bitch
Wait till Yayo get home, we gon' really get these niggas gone
I don't even care how it started, fuck me? Fuck you
Stash box in the Coupe nigga, I'm tellin' you the truth nigga
I'm comin', through the front door, mask on, let's ride
Put a couple holes in a hoe, let a nigga know he 'bout to go
Are ya ready for the outcome? Why you walkin 'round without a gun?
'Coz ain't a damn thing changed, ever since Young Buck done got rich