Man Down

Lyrics

[Intro: Young Buck] G-Unit Ayo spider Ayo hit that nigga Banks up Tell e'm, man, Ay man I just seen the niggas man (Yeah) Yeah man tell that nigga call Pete, call that nigga Hav tell them niggas come on man (Wass up) Them niggas over there, man, them nigga slippin', man They out there fuckin' with some hoes and shit Come on niggas, let's go (Let's gooo) [Chorus: Young Buck] If you catch them niggas standin' outside, we gon' hop up out the ride, open fire, nigga, hit that ass up Everybody die when the bullets start to fly, let 'em cry till da ambulance pick that ass up Man down (Yeah) Somebody got hit Them niggas can't do it emptied out the whole clip, man down (Ohh) You hear them people screamin' They pumpin' on his chest but your man ain't breathin' [Verse 1: Young Buck] Since homie know my face ain't no need for no ski mask (Nah) Hollow tips'll make a nigga go to sleep fast (Yea) Catch him stuntin', showin' off in his E class (Wass up) Pull up and put a hole in his cheap ass Bought a Glock and it came with a body on it (Aight) He showed me love though 'cause didn't nobody else want it Hog tied a bitch throw him in da backseat (Yea) Empty out the clip make them hoes run a track meet (Ohh) Don't you love it when your enemy is lost and the sound of a 12 gage when it sound off (OK) You catch that ass slippin' and he blame it on his boss (What) Beggin' for his life, askin' you how much it cost (Yeaaaahhhh) A bullet has no eyes and a trigger has no heart The beef will never stop so the war 'bout to start Don't be out there, I'm tellin' niggas soon as it dark We gon' circle 'round da block And throw this (Let's gooo!) bitch apart [Chorus: Young Buck & Prodigy] If you catch them niggas standin' outside, we gon' hop up out the ride, open fire, nigga, hit that ass up Everybody die when the bullets start to fly, let 'em cry till da ambulance pick that ass up Man down (Yeah!) Somebody got hit Them niggas can't do it emptied out the whole clip, man down (Ohh!) You hear them people screamin' (Yeah) They pumpin' on his chest but your man ain't breathin' [Verse 2: Prodigy & Young Buck] Ningga my slow flows intouchable Your fans change they mind when P come through (Aight) Cause I be sittin in da drop Skimmin' with the top, your hoes saw the videos now they wanna pop now (Yeaaaahhhhhh) Or maybe 'cause I gave David that stack He cover my wrist, with invisible sets (What!) Fresh off the private jets Now we in da projects takin' pictures with the kids Call me R.I.P. or V.I.P. da don The people love me 'cause I say what they want Tell these rappers they ain't shit and they mommas too When you see me in da street, what'chu gon' do? Pull your hats down to your feet and grow somewhere else Better scape 'fore I make meat sauce out your grill (Ohhh!) Nigga live from the top of the world It's the Unit Pray that you could do it How (Let's gooo!) we do it [Chorus: Young Buck] If you catch them niggas standin' outside, we gon' hop up out the ride, open fire, nigga, hit that ass up Everybody die when the bullets start to fly, let 'em cry till da ambulance pick that ass up Man down (Yeah!) Somebody got hit Them niggas can't do it emptied out the whole clip, man down (Ohh!) You hear them people screamin' They pumpin' on his chest but your man ain't breathin' [Outro: Young Buck] Aight niggas Just keep on talkin' You know how I'm almost through with this court shit, nigga Hah haaaa Yeah We gon' see which [?] niggas really wanna do it Ya know Get this motherfucker poppin' 50 what up?! Yeah nigga, kick your feet up, nigga Lay back, we got this Nigga Yea