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[Young Buck:] It is what it is.. Let's ride nigga! (Yeah) What you niggas know about.. Slippin' they clips in AK's, nigga?! I'm talkin 'bout hittin' niggas block! [Verse 1: Young Buck] I'm whippin' down my bullets with my bandana hidden behind tips (G'yeah!) The beef 'bout to be handled nigga give me about 5 minutes (Owhh!) I'm prayin' ain't no kids out playin' today 'Cause I ain't tryin' to see no babys gettin' hit with a stray So if ya enemy is hidin' home then turn off ya lights Then throw this bitch in bar, we gettin' out tonight I want to look him in his eyes befo' he die Some niggas get away when the shells start to fly We gon' make sure anybody out there breathin' gon' be bleedin' Everybody out there leakin' then we leavin' We get away, car parked in a dark alley (Yeap) Just cut up through the yard, hop a fence then we at it (Yo!) We off to the next block, catch me if you can Gunpowder on my shirt and some blood on my hands (Nigga!) Never thought I'd see the day that I'd be killin' me a man This here for 50's enemies to make em understand that [Chorus: Young Buck] Even though we killed one and we ain't done yet Letras de cancionesWe ridin' on these motherfuckers soon as the sun set (G'yeah!) Gangsta with it homie, you know how I do This just a lilttle somethang you can let off ya Glock too (G-U-niit!) Even though we killed one and we ain't done yet We ridin' on these motherfuckers soon as the sun set (G'yeah!) Gangsta with it homie, you know how I do This just a lilttle somethang you can let off ya choppa too (G-U-niit!) [Verse 2: Young Buck] Clip in the Smith & Wesson And I done been shot but I ain't learned my lesson (Yuh!) I bought me some band-aids And hand-grenades And I'd pull the pin and throw it where ya familly stay This the hood motherfucker, not San Trope You hear the police sirens all God damn day We huntin' for our prey, if we see 'em we eat 'em And fuck the D.E.A., they ain't takin' my freedom (Nah!) So when you make this turn, I'm a let off this thang Retaliatin' on them bitches like Hugh did Kane Insane I'm the black John Wayne With a chromed fo'-fo', put a hole in ya frame Detectives found him with his watch and his chain And some money in his pocket, a bullet in his brain (Ha-haa) Never thought I'd see the day that I'd be killin' me a man This here for Yayo enemies to make 'em undastand What I'm sayin' is... [Chorus: Young Buck] Even though we killed one and we ain't done yet We ridin' on these motherfuckers soon as the sun set (G'yeah!) Gangsta with it homie, you know how I do This just a lilttle somethang you can let off ya 45 off too (G-U-niit!) Even though we killed one and we ain't done yet We ridin' on these motherfuckers soon as the sun set (G'yeah!) Gangsta with it homie, you know how I do This just a lilttle somethang you can let off ya 12 Gaugeoff too (G-U-niit!) [Verse 3: Young Buck] I'd be lyin' if I say I wasn't nervous the 1st time (For real!) But thinkin' how they shot my cousin, I just bust mine Hard people glance, Glock burnin' my waist This big fat ass officer ain't gon' win this chase (Bitch!) I'm paranoid but I got away clean (G'yeah!) And I don't be havin' all them nightmare dreams (Nah!) They say I have no conscience, my heart just (Cold!) 'Cause I don't try to squash it, ya boy just (Roll!) We hold niggas hostage, ya kid now hosed The news to this game man we play how it (Go!) The Feds know my name so I stay on the (Low!) Every murder that go down they knockin' at my (Do') Got to know what you doin' and how to shuffle it out And once the homie go do it he got to muzzle his mouth (Niggas!) I never thought I'd see the day that I'd be killin' me a man (Nah!) This here for Banks' enemies to make 'em understand What I'm sayin' is... [Chorus: Young Buck] Even though we killed one and we ain't done yet We ridin' on these motherfuckers soon as the sun set (G'yeah!) Gangsta with it homie, you know how I do This just a lilttle somethang you can let off ya Tec-9 off too (G-U-niit!) Even though we killed one and we ain't done yet We ridin' on these motherfuckers soon as the sun set (G'yeah!) Gangsta with it homie, you know how I do This just a lilttle somethang you can let off ya .40 cal off too (G-U-niit!) [Young Buck:] Till tha death do us niggas... Ride! From Letras Mania