Shooters Young Buck

[Verse 1]
I ain't no killer but don't push me
I ain't playing bout paper
I ain't worried or guaranteed that them young niggas gon' spray ya
Ain't no ways to limit, they seen junior high, but he with it
But he faithfully let the chopper fly, he commit it
I say young nigga just get it
Young nigga just get it
Its hard for me to tell em don't do it when they know I did it
Extended clip 32 rounds I got 28 in it
Nigga don't make me pop the trunk ya know the AK stay in it
Tattoos and war wounds, wife beater with a big heater
I know kingpins lost their life over some dick eater
Pull up in this 2 seater
I don't fuck with you either
I pour up this 2 liter
Pull in yo hood and shoot people
I know its gon' pop off, you may throw up gang signs
We don't even practice, we just show up for gang time

[Hook x4]
Is all your niggas shooters
All my niggas shooters
Is all yo bitches shooters
All my bitches shooters