YOUNG BUCK BLACK GLOVES LYRICS

[Verse 1]
Walk through a nigga block 2 Glocks 2 Tecks 2 2-3's (What nigga),
Give a nigga what he really want when bitch niggas don't want beef (Boom),
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 (Yeah),
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 mothafucka holla my name,
Im 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...

[Chorus]
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...

[Verse 2]
I'm comin' through the front door mask on let's ride (C'mon),
Everybody on the mothafuckin' floor soon as a nigga get inside,
My hood, my click, your wife, my bitch,
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Show a nigga that you really love him, set him up to hit a good lick (Yeah),
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,
'Cause ain't a damn thing changed ever since Young Buck done 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 Ten-A-Ki nigga, we thug, you knew it,
New York, we here, for life, G-Unit!!!

[Chorus]
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:]
Yeah,
Young Buck nigga,
Cashville, Tennessee nigga
From your hood to my hood mothafucka,
New York City nigga,
Haha,
Real shit nigga,
It's all good nigga,
Hahaha, It's all hood nigga...


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