Black Gloves lyrics

by

Young Buck


[Verse 1: Young Buck]
Walk through a n*gga block
Two Glock, two tecs, two two-threes
Give a n*gga what he really want
When b*tch n*ggas don't want beef
b*tch n*ggas don't know me
Wait 'til a n*gga get in range
Hate when a n*gga 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*ggas didn't even pop back
Oh Lord, I swear
Any motherf*cker holla my name
I'm raw, spelled backwards
Dat's what I'm gon' brang
Banks, what a n*gga 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*ggas
[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*gga 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 motherf*ckin' flo'
Soon as a n*gga get inside
My hood, my clique
Yo' wife, my b*tch
Show a n*gga 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?
sh*t real 'til a n*gga get killed
Then you wanna run and get one
f*ck that, I'm callin out names
Ja Rule, y'all loose
I don't even care how it started
f*ck me? f*ck YOU!
Wait 'til Yayo get home
We gon' really get these n*ggas gone
But for now a n*gga hold on
I'mma show you how to break a bone
Ca$hville, Ten-a-ki' n*gga
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*gga!
Ca$hville Tennessee n*gga
From yo' hood to my hood motherf*cker
New York City n*gga, ha ha ha
Real sh*t n*gga
It's all good n*gga, ha ha ha
It's all hood n*gga
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