الأغاني:
Young Buck Guns Go Bang

have no eyes when them motherfuckers come (Yeaahh) Letcha guns go (BANG!), Letcha guns go (BANG!) Squeeze the trigga nigga, do the damn thang Letcha guns go (BANG!), Letcha guns go (BANG

them motherfuckers come Let your gun go bang (BANG!) Let your gun go bang (BANG!) Squeeze the trigga nigga, do the damn thang Let your guns go bang (BANG!) Let your guns go bang (BANG

them motherfuckers come Let your gun go bang (BANG!) Let your gun go bang (BANG!) Squeeze the trigga nigga, do the damn thang Let your guns go bang (BANG!) Let your guns go bang (BANG

have no eyes when them motherfuckers come (Yeaahh) Letcha guns go (BANG!), Letcha guns go (BANG!) Squeeze the trigga nigga, do the damn thang Letcha guns go (BANG!), Letcha guns go (BANG

boy Get your steel 'cuz I feel like a headbanger Yah, I got a gang of shits Styles guns my Uzzie wieghts a mutha-fuckin' ton Bucking down one, bucking down two Bucking

flex joint, Pete Rock joint Dj clue joint, even royal flush joint And a hundred other records, you get the point I used to hang with him You know I bang bang

to all Mitch Bader's Be Jealous, You mother fucker's ain't showing Tech Nina no love [Verse 1] Fuck Muh-Fuckers, buck Muh-Fuckers And the pain come nigga with a bang

of a young buck Got stuck, now you're bleedin' Hospital ward, is got your reading Learn about the knowledge of self ya see That ya mad enough to go and

shit? Well you can start, right before his ass get hit So when I walk up you can see the shotgun spit Ferrari roof go down, Lam doors go up I got