Commercial Young Guns Lyrics by Master P

Commercial Young Guns Lyrics

    ft. Young Guns

    [Master P]
    Yo Los, take us to a commercial
    While we stop to get high
    y'all check out the Young Guns, ya heard me?

    Check this out..
    If you have four ounces and you fronted your boy two
    and he gave a half to his boy
    and the police raided the spot then he flushed one and a half
    and he ask you for one mo'
    what should you do if you was in that position?

    [Young Guns]
    Nigga fuck that! I ain't bout to let the shit slide
    It's time to ride, time for these niggaz to die
    We don't just rap - everything we say is for real
    Time to let the gauge discharge, and murder that kill
    Nigga fuck that! I ain't bout to let the shit slide
    It's time to ride, time for these niggaz to die
    We don't just rap - everything we say is for real
    Time to let the gauge discharge, and murder that kill

    Tell them bitch niggaz - they can keep from around
    This is family now, I give a fuck about you clowns
    Young Guns holdin it down, quick to bust a few rounds
    ?? our sound, tell my niggaz and my bitches
    they'll drop in the storm, tell them boys it's on
    And these niggaz gettin they ass torn, fuck bein warned
    This is a street ??, I promise to die violent
    Now I start wildin, until you bitch niggaz are silent

    Nigga fuck that! I'm bout to send these niggaz life back
    They talkin shit about my fam and I don't like that
    You know how I react, so why you wanna beef?
    It's time for me to say my prayers, and hit the streets
    Bullets about to hum, bitch niggaz gon' get numb
    Here come ?? down the block nigga don't try to run
    I ain't lettin it slide I caught him slippin and him twice
    Next thing you that nigga was on the ground, shakin like dice

    These niggaz fail the test so neverthless I split yo' chest
    FUCK THE REST!
    I come through to spit, to show you niggaz what I manifest
    A Y.G., so I breathe toke three, ??
    Bullets at you busters please, don't try to test these
    Pistol packin niggaz in our town
    You get them hot thangs laid in your mouth
    My niggaz seek you out no doubt
    All about my salary you niggaz ain't gon' handle me
    I'm tired of stressin, and all these niggaz pretend they got me vexed

    [Young Guns]
    Nigga fuck that! I ain't bout to let the shit slide
    It's time to ride, time for these niggaz to die
    We don't just rap - everything we say is for real
    Time to let the gauge discharge, and murder that kill
    Nigga fuck that! I ain't bout to let the shit slide
    It's time to ride, time for these niggaz to die
    We don't just rap - everything we say is for real
    Time to let the gauge discharge, and murder that kill
    Nigga fuck that! I ain't bout to let the shit slide
    It's time to ride, time for these niggaz to die
    We don't just rap - everything we say is for real
    Time to let the gauge discharge, and murder that kill..

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