Gun Plus A Mask

(Intro)

You niggas gon have to start

Watchin your mothafuckin back

Real shit

[Hook]

A gun plus a mask, you do the math

All my goons know, that equals cash (3x)

A gun plus a mask, that equals cash

So if your fucked up down to your last

A gun and a mask gon get ya cash

A gun plus a mask, you do the math

All my goons know, that equals cash

[Verse 1 Juicy J]

What you know about it nigga this that goon shit

AK sweep a nigga house without a broomstick

So nigga come up of that bag, or them pistols blast

With the choppa at yo house lyin in the grass

They'll rob a nigga blind if they doin bad

Duct tape around the handle they don't use a mag

So tell em where its at, don't tell em no more lies

Line yo family up against the wall, and open fire

All you trap niggas are victims, jackers gon catch you slippin

Feeling yourself, flashin and stuntin, niggas are come end up missin

You trappers gon drop off that cash, you see em out here they hurtin

They got you back its a robbery, nigga now don't make it a murder

Too late to talk when the shit hit the fan

Got choppas on deck, more drums than a band

Gun a nigga down, leave em where he stands

Highway to hell, nigga better start praying

(Hook)

(Bridge)

Walk up to your house knock on your door, and blow your ass off

Drop it off, drop it off, bitch I got a sawed-off

Bitch I got a sawed-off

Walk up to your house, knock on your door, and blow your ass off

Drop it off, drop it off, bitch I got a sawed-off

Bitch I got a sawed-off

(Verse 2 Yelawolf)

They telling me Yela don't swing, look buddy don't worry bout me

If you in my lane you end up in a drainage ditch with the snakes and the leeches

Gotta take a mothafucka out I get wanted cause I never did shit but me

Its about time that I said it, hey would I regret it we'll see (fuck that)

Yelawolf I am a loose cannon, ask David Banner how deep

I was born and raised in this shit, momma I got manners bout me

But I'll get dirty if I gotta get dirtier then a mothafuckin piranha up in a Alabama creek

I'm hotter than you in the middle of the summer

Sitting in a sauna under the sun up in a Alabama street, shit

Rockin rollin' I got noted, I'm going up yeah I'm going

Fuck with my dreams and my people I got that poetry loaded

My soul is sold, and they sold it, street told and quoted

I leave that potato smoking, look bitch don't think that I'm jokin

Click, POW!