Testo That's Right - Young Gunz
Testo della canzone That's Right (Young Gunz), tratta dall'album Tough Luv
Haha, it's 'bout time, niggas
Mula
They just can't stop me
Gangsta, gangsta, a young gangsta
What you wanna be a gangsta? Serve your fiends
I do what I want, I do what I want
They just can't stop me
Gangsta, gangsta, a young gangsta
What you wanna be a gangsta? Serve your fiends
I do what I want, I do what I want
Two! Motherfuckers, I'm from a town where it ain't nothin' nice
Where niggas'll hit that price and be at you the same night
Tryin to kill you, gun or knife, fuck a fight, snatch your life
I got thirty in my windpipe and motherfucker I can fight
They say we different but I say we just alike
Each other's crutches and these niggas be all luggage
Heavy as shit, I'm willing to spit, know I like 'em
Baby rubber on the grip and extended on the clip
I be hopin' it's a fifth cause I brought a lot of hollow tips
This if you niggas flip and we ain't on the same tip
Shit, I got to bang at you niggas
For the love of the figures, hell yeah, we kill each other
And kidnap them baby mothers and do dirt that wasn't done before
Yeah, once like no other, Jordan like your brothers
And I got my niggas covered, long as I'm alive, they alive
Promise I'm gon' ride and never play both sides
Oh, but you keep mack now? I bet you get clapped clown
And you won't come back 'round once you hear how that MAC sound
I bet you do back down, you know how to act now
On your life, niggas I put a price, that's right
Oh, but you keep mack now? I bet you get clapped clown
And you won't come back 'round once you hear how that MAC sound
I bet you do back down, you know how to act now
On your life, niggas I put a price, that's right
That's where we live at, war, bring it where your kids at
Meet your enemies wherever you get at
Nigga you get back or get your motherfuckin' head cracked
Pap-pap, that's where we live at
At least a hundred thousand just to get your kids back
Untold, about that kidnap
All about that riff-raff, when you wasn't with that
.40 Cal be so loud, play the crowd, you niggas get packed
And the crowd where you lay cause all that chit-chat
I got a thick mag that give you a shit bag
Frontin' on them ends, niggas put you in the pens
Staples all crazy, you fuckin' shouldn't play me
Multiple stab wounds, caught him slippin', shoulda had goons
Up in the bathroom, now the Lord'll see him soon
We get it on late at midnight or early afternoon
Whenever, wherever for that motherfuckin' paper, yup
Oh, but you keep mack now? I bet you get clapped clown
And you won't come back 'round once you hear how that MAC sound
I bet you do back down, you know how to act now
On your life, niggas I put a price, that's right
Oh, but you keep mack now? I bet you get clapped clown
And you won't come back 'round once you hear how that MAC sound
I bet you do back down, you know how to act now
On your life, niggas I put a price, that's right
Uh, nope, definitely niggas won't get the recipe
The flow stupid, it's much more than music
What you tryin' to get at, homie? I been through it
So don't be talkin' foolish cause your life you will lose it
Soon as I pull this, start the finger movement
And bullets start comin' out the top (Top)
And motherfuckers yellin' down the block (Block)
Screamin' out "Somebody got shot!"
And eat up, this shit a mess, ambulance, people's life
I'm a beast with the TEC, I won't let you get a breath
If you reach then you wet from your feet to your neck
If you come around the set, you won't make it out to tell it
Flesh burnin' from the pellets in your clothes, you can smell it
No witnesses to tell it, you fuckin' with a two-time felon
And still'll put two to your melon and open you up
Yeah, you pussies softer than butt, don't want none of Buck
Put your runners up, I don't give a fuck
Oh, but you keep mack now? I bet you get clapped clown
And you won't come back 'round once you hear how that MAC sound
I bet you do back down, you know how to act now
On your life, niggas I put a price, that's right
Oh, but you keep mack now? I bet you get clapped clown
And you won't come back 'round once you hear how that MAC sound
I bet you do back down, you know how to act now
On your life, niggas I put a price, that's right
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Writer(s): Hanif Mohammad, Al-rad H. Lewis
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