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the horn
And sounding the horn

What you want?
Bucky Done Gun
What you want?
The fire done burn
What you want?
Bucky Done Gun
Get crackin'
Get, get
the horn
And sounding the horn

What you want?
Bucky Done Gun
What you want?
The fire done burn
What you want?
Bucky Done Gun
Get crackin'
Get, get
the horn
And sounding the horn

What you want?
Bucky Done Gun
What you want?
The fire done burn
What you want?
Bucky Done Gun
Get crackin'
Get, get
the horn
And sounding the horn

What you want?
Bucky Done Gun
What you want?
The fire done burn
What you want?
Bucky Done Gun
Get crackin'
Get, get
the horn
And sounding the horn

What you want?
Bucky Done Gun
What you want?
The fire done burn
What you want?
Bucky Done Gun
Get crackin'
Get, get
And sounding the horn

What you want?
Bucky Done Gun
What you want?
The fire done burn
What you want?
Bucky Done Gun
Get crackin'
Get, get crackin'

What you
the horn
And sounding the horn

What you want?
Bucky Done Gun
What you want?
The fire done burn
What you want?
Bucky Done Gun
Get crackin'
Get, get
The bucky done gun
What you want
The fire done burn
Get crackin', get get crackin'

Time to spit new shit
I'm rocking on this new bit
I'm hot now
my four four packed, don't pull back 

So roll back, regroup, thank me 'for you come up 

Please put your gun up, fool you gettin done up 

I'm
done passed the light, that's all you saw
Now you down, 1 to the 2 to the 3 fuck the numbers
It's a bloody summer, gun runner
Son of a bitch quick
[mia x]
See niggas be screamin tru like it's the new thing to do.
But tru is the way of life nigga.
This ain't no motherfucking fad.
Mama mia, big
(would've been done) 
If it wouldn't for thug holiday (ahh man) 

[Verse 1: Trick] 
In this life I live, I done see niggaz deal 
Seen niggaz steal
jerks rush the doors 
Here come the deez tryin to make breeze and guns toss 
In full force  my team'll go at your main source 
We're not tourists hit
B.Geezy
It's cool whoa I'm waitin' to see my nigga L.Teezy
No bullshittin' I fuck bitches by the pack
Hoes be wishin' to watch t.v's in the Expedition
jerks rush the doors 
Here come the deez tryin to make breeze and guns toss 
In full force  my team'll go at your main source 
We're not tourists hit
jooks rush the doors
Here come the deez tryin to make breeze and guns toss
In full force, my team'll go at your main source
We're not tourists, hit
it lil nigga then die by the gun
See whatever you tryna do lil niggas I already done
So how the fuck you gon win lil nigga when I already won
it lil nigga then die by the gun
See whatever you tryna do lil niggas I already done
So how the fuck you gon win lil nigga when I already won
again - this time 
been wrong to chop somethin done by one of my union friends
Soon as they seen the Benz, hatin season was in
Hell cause they figured
again - this time 
been wrong to chop somethin done by one of my union friends
Soon as they seen the Benz, hatin season was in
Hell cause they figured
hit em with something 
Tell em what they done got 

[Mac] 
Whoa I puts it down like them killers uptown 
Or like when your momma catch you sucking
Our Father who art in Heaven
Hallowed Thy be Thy name, Thy kingdom come
All our G's would've been gone, would've been done
If it wouldn't for thug
Luciano with the tommy gun
I never leave the body till the job is done
Won't be late for dinner, cause I'm mommy's son
And like my Pop said never turn
again - this time 
been wrong to chop somethin done by one of my union friends
Soon as they seen the Benz, hatin season was in
Hell cause they figured
than giraffe necks
Poverty will make your ass bet on words
Touch niggaz in jail make them wanna finish their last set
They say you live by the gun