Gunfire

young buck
young buck, cmon, gunit,
(hey yo buck light that shit up my niggas)
the south is in this mothafuka right now,
cashville niga what this is is the countdown to armageddon
(u no it) u now rockin wit da evil genius green lantern,
LETS GO NIGGA

young buck
I got my hood like vietnam on some real shit (yea)
ain't a damn thing country bout cashville bitch (na)
still on the block still got the bricks you know
just cause I'm rappin don't mean I ain't in the kitchn no mo'
see I'm addicted to hundred dollar bills and coupe deviles
the badd ass bitchz that live in they own cribs
I walk the streets knowin that I got beef
but see even my enemys know that I got heat
you ain't see nuttin like this I'm 1 of a kind I can teach u how to
stunt all it takes is time we gon find out if some
of these rappas is really actors and use they
concert venues for target practice fuck bustin
these guns with these new york niggas this real so
if u real than you gon feel us this winter its
only right I do the grey chinchilla see I make the
money it don't make me nigga YEA

Chorus
your hood ain't no harder than myne
so yall get it poppin so nigga do yo thang (nigga do ya thang)
I don't like u and u don't like me
so it ain't eva gon change
Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/UZFkI suggest u quit all that talkin fore' this 9mm go bang (mm go bang)
see we no where u be and we no where u stay
I don't think u wanna play u don't want war wit....

XZibit
(X to the Z) west coast shit
see a nigga spittin nigga talkin but don't no shit
plottin on hatin on nigas on some whole shit I
stay stackin 5.5 plus some mo shit clack clack the
backstreets of southern california better stay
ready cause steady gang will run up on ya I'm the
west coast william wallace been in the game so I'm
pollace one of the few artists who got an artist
no muthafukas want no flows from us they won't
strap nuttin for bullet holes through they clothes
from us I attack em and send em home to jehovah
plus u might see me in a body bag but never in
cuffs yea young black and wealthy now livin it up
but don't think for a second I won't drop this cut
pop the thang out the stash light yo bitch ass up
or we could take it to the concrete rumble and
thump muthafuka

Chorus
your hood ain't no harder than myne (young buck)
so we all get it poppin so nigga do yo thang (nigga do ya thang)
I don't like u (na, na, yea) and you don't like me
so it ain't never gon change (put a bullet in yo frame)
I suggest u quit all that talkin
fore this 9mm go bang (mm go bang)
we no where u be and we no where u stay
I don't think u wanna play nuh huh