[Intro]
Wussup with it, nigga? (It`s how I do things)
G-Unit South! (You know you fucked up, right?)
Aye yo, fuck tha police!!
And fuck you snitchy azz niggas!!
You know whudd it is!! (Matta a fact)
Aye yo nigga! (You know whudd?!)
Suck my dick!!
[Chorus]
Yeah I sell dope, come and catch me nigga (What!!)
I do it fo` my folks, come and catch me nigga (Yuh!!)
Damn right I took glocks, come and catch me nigga (What!!)
I still won`t stop if you catch me, nigga (Let`s Goooo!!)
Yeah I sell dope, come and catch me nigga (What!!)
I do it fo` my folks, come and catch me nigga
Damn right I took glocks, come and catch me nigga (What!!)
I still won`t stop if you catch me, nigga (C`monnn!)
[Verse 1: All Star]
I neva been fronted, if I got it - then I bought it
Nigga, certified hustle-a, neva been caughted (Yuh!)
Traffican` and trappin` got me stackin` up these bucks
Nigga, I was grindin` hard when Warren Sapp was with (The Bucks) (Oooooowwhh)
Nigga, we can git it crackin`, really I don`t give a fuck
Call Scrap` and cherk Buck Like, "Let`s go hit `em up!"
From tha -A- to Cashville, G-Unit, G`s up
And we talk to much heat to eva-eva freeze up (Holla!)
Keep a hammer on my waist, a banana on tha cake
I`m just happy to see 21 candals on tha cake
And if I`m eva down bad, it`s a bandana on my face
I`ll stomp bitch, I don`t give a damn `bout a case (Fuck!)
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Lil Scrappy]
Yo.. (Aye..)
See, I don`t give a fuck if he know, you know
I`ll smoke-a blunt in front of tha police like it`s legal (C`mon!!)
Stand on tha squad car screaming "Fuck tha people!"
Man dem niggas hear me, then can git it like we do (Yeeaaah!!)
Perp for tha low, peel fo` you roll
Gotta go and hustle, `cause my pokets on low
Got a couplah niggas dat`s gon` flip em O`s
It was born in my blood, I`m gon pimp em ho`s (Fo` Sho`!!)
When you see me in tha street, yeah I did it fo` tha struggle hoNow on my time, I`m gon` do it fo` my daughter tho
Even if I have to rob and lay a nigga on tha flo` (Aye, Aye)
You don`t want no problems - just gimme what I came fo` (G-Uniit!!)
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Young Buck]
Posted up, on dis corna like whateva
My chin-chilla covas, on my G-Unit sweata (Yeah!!)
On Tuesdays and Thursdays they say tha vikes rollinWe see `em ride by, but we act like we don`t know `em
They know they we ain`t gone, see dis is our hood (What!!)
We wear these bandanas, not `cause they look good (Fo` Real!)
Let`s do dis fo` big took it, them niggas in the pen
Tha ones dat won`t neva see these fuckin` streets again (Yeaaah!!)
So fuck tha D.E.A. and fuck tha F.B.I.
We traffican` dis shit, up until tha day we die (Bu-bu-bu-buck!)
Some say I`m out my mind, I say I`m about my grind (What!!)
Dat`s why when I tell `em I bought a phantom
They know dat I ain`t lyin` (Aye!!)
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Niggas know whudd it is!
Straight up, on some real shiit, haha
I got public service work to do, haha
Yeahh!!!
Aye yo 50!!
Aye yo nigga!
You told me what dem {?} gon` do
Now I see watchu mean
Fuck tha police!!
Haha..
Yeah nigga, G-Unit South!!
Yeo!!
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