Black Gloves

Walk through a **** block, two Glocks, two Tecks, two 2-3's

Give a **** what he really want

When bitch **** don't want beef

Bitch **** don't know me, wait till a **** get in range

Hate when a **** want to run his mouth

And live his life in pain

We ain't even used to this, talk and where the gun shots at?

Loose lips sink ships, y'all **** didn't even pop back

Oh Lord, I swore, if any muthafucka holla my name

I'm raw, spelled backwards, that's what I'm gon' bring

Banks, what a **** think? We ain't got guns

No troops, everything bulletproof

Sniper's layin' down on the roof

Stash box in the coupe ****, I'm tellin' you the truth, ****

I raise them lil' bitty boys, all they do is come shoot ****

Black gloves, black mask

Black shirt, black pants

Blue steel, blue vest

He dead, you next

Put a couple holes in a ho

Let a **** 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

I'm comin', through the front door, mask on, let's ride

Everybody on the muthafuckin' floor

Soon as a **** get inside

My 'hood, my clique, your wife, my bitch

Show 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 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 got rich

Are ya ready for the outcome, why you walkin' 'round without a gun?

Shit real, till a **** get killed, then you want to run and get one

Fuck that! I'm callin' out names, Ja Rule, y'all lose

I don't even care how it started, fuck me? Fuck you!

Wait till Yayo get home, we gon' really get these **** gone

But for now, ****, hold on, I'ma show you how to break a bone

Cashville, Tennessee, ****, we thug, you knew it

New York, we here, for life, G-Unit

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

Yeah, Young Buck, ****, Cashville, Tennessee, ****

From your 'hood to my 'hood, muthafucka, New York City, ****, haha

Real shit, ****, it's all good, ****, haha

It's all 'hood, ****