| We get the club jumping from beginning to the end |
| Go shorty, we back up in this bitch again |
| We party, harder than you can imagine |
| You can run wit losers, or run wit winners that win |
| I feel attention when I walk in the club |
| G-Unit to the socks, bitches all on a thug |
| Gimme a Henny on the rocks, and a bottle of bub |
| I don’t need security, this for .4 Nickel enough |
| I came to ball wit y’all, buy up the bar and all |
| So bitches call ya hoes, and niggas call ya dogs |
| If you love ya wife keep her at home tonight |
| She might never come home again nigga, aight |
| Teeth, neck, wrists all lights my life’s like |
| Riding in Cashville and running all stop lights |
| Homie is that real, I pray I keep living |
| My momma just had a dream of seeing me in prison |
| My daddy’s a dope fiend, and I don’t really miss him |
| Ain’t seen him in 10 years and a nigga still living |
| The same old two step we move to a rhythm |
| 50 holla get 'em Buck, you know I’m gonna get 'em, raaaaa! |
| I know you gon' let me shine and get mine |
| I know you gon' let me in wit this nine |
| I know you gon' let me smoke on my weed |
| I know you gon' let me drink wit no I. D |
| I know you gon' let me shine and get mine |
| I know you gon' let me in wit this nine |
| I know you gon' let me smoke on my weed |
| I know you gon' let me drink wit no I. D |
| I know I’m sinning but I’m winning at the same time |
| Took a couple shots from a nigga tryin' to take mine |
| I’m back on the block, wit a chopper and a Tech nine |
| Niggas shooting cops in the hood running stop signs |
| G-UNIT, The Gang! Bitches doing what the thugs do |
| GDs, Vice Lords, Crips and the Bloods too |
| Move let me come through |
| Ain’t a pair of handcuffs, can hold me |
| I’m riding in the old school listening to some oldies |
| My gold keep shinin', them hoes keep crying |
| The handle of my .45 outlined in diamonds |
| Just left Cashville, bout to fly to Miami |
| Hopin' Yayo watchin' Eminem, perform at the Grammys |
| The reason niggas like Eric Benet, probably can’t stand me |
| Cause I know money will make Halle Berry come out them panties, bitch! |
| Y’all niggas in trouble they should of never let me in-in |
| I know you gon' let me shine and get mine |
| I know you gon' let me in wit this nine |
| I know you gon' let me smoke on my weed |
| I know you gon' let me drink wit no I. D |
| I know you gon' let me shine and get mine |
| I know you gon' let me in wit this nine |
| I know you gon' let me smoke on my weed |
| I know you gon' let me drink wit no I. D |
| Bet ya I can make them bounce back |
| Teach 'em how to stunt, teach em' how to counts stacks (yeah) |
| Now where ya hood at, Buck If you want to |
| We fifty deep up in here what you gon' do |
| Who want beef, I ain’t come for no name calling |
| Don’t be mad cause we is and you ain’t balling |
| Getting money is my motto for you broke folks |
| You spend ya whole life paying on ya car notes |
| It’s alright if you still on the block boy |
| See I’mma cold young thug, not a hot boy |
| You know I do this for the streets, and my peeps thats behind bars |
| As soon as they come home, I’ll go and buy them all cars, Young Buck! |
| I know you gon' let me shine and get mine |
| I know you gon' let me in wit this nine |
| I know you gon' let me smoke on my weed |
| I know you gon' let me drink wit no I. D |
| I know you gon' let me shine and get mine |
| I know you gon' let me in wit this nine |
| I know you gon' let me smoke on my weed |
| I know you gon' let me drink wit no I. D |
| We get the club jumping from beginning to the end |
| Go shorty, we back up in this bitch again |
| We party, harder than you can imagine |
| You can run wit losers, or run wit winners that win |