[Intro] Man, niggas be gettin' tha wrong impression of these niggas down here in Cashville They thank it's country musik mayne, mothafuckas got money mayne! Niggas is killin', niggas is slangin' they shit.. Niggas is livin, they gettin' it how they live I represented it nigga (Wha.. Fuck these niggas)
[Verse 1 - Young Buck] I'ma born villain, ghetto hero to lil' children I'm still livin', still robbin' niggas like gimicks White folks feel dat I belong in prison We got 10 killings and still can't get in I stay un-identified, but niggas betta listin I'm on a mission, just me and my ammunition When 2 clips take together, bust and dip 'em I know my nigga D-Tay, yeah he gon' stick 'em (Wha, Wha?!) Guerilla, under-aged killa like myself Fearin' nothin', no head bussin' not even bein' dead Murda Squad is here, you smell tha fury from tha gun smoke Empty my weapon and then it's covered by a trench coat And when tha smoke clears, guess wha? - I'm still here Late in the dark, prepared fo' tha next year Look wha The Game created, a 6 foot murda man, hair braided un-educated
[Chorus - Buck w/ D-Tay ad-libin'] See we thugged out, busy bobbin' wit tha snub nose out 'Cause dese niggas 'bout drama where I'm from - Cashville! (Wha, Wha?) Come down here I betchu'll say dat's real, and niggas will kill 'Cause we thugged out, dat why niggas busy bobbin' wit tha snub nose out 'Cause dese niggas 'bout drama where I'm from - Cashville! (Wha, Wha?) Come down here I betchu'll say dat's real, and niggas will kill
[Verse 2 - Young Buck] The average thug nigga somehow drug dealin' Wether he slang packs or gats, it's all 'bout skrilla We un-load straps, and shootcha down like Reggie Miller While othas take time to get paid, I like it quicka And do it sober no weed or sizzle licka Know wha I mean? It's fuckin' teams of Mob bigga Respect game and game don't respect you Gon' be out here nigga, you got a nine? Get a Tec too! Bitches will check you, or make ya thank a nigga ain't? Plus you got bank too, a nigga waitin' fo' ya rank, off tha dank Butchu don't feel like you loafin' Crystal, you drank - and thank a nigga ain't scopin' Yeah, you tell world you work hard fo' these tokens Get a fuckin' strap and keep ya wallet wide open My nigga look, life means nothin' when ya positive bound Been listin when ya body goin' deep in tha ground
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[Verse 3 - Young Buck] What does my phuture behold, will I have suttin' to fold Tell tha world bout these murdas, and hope they go gold I'm gettin' known, so wha happens needs to happen here qwick 6 tryin' and 6 dyin', I'm gettin tired of this shit Load clips, cock it back, ain't no time fo' me to relax Here they come, can't run - so I gotta shoot back why sit and sell' crack, when Im grabin' tha gats Infra-red where you lay ya head, snatch you and stacks If you wrong, but a nigga gotta eat ya hurrd? Fuck handcuffin' ya bitch, ya betta guard ya byrd This shit hard to earn, so Im'a get it how I can Hop in outta mini-van, knownin' this tha mini mayn Don't let me see tha gat when I'm askin' tha Lord Till I found myself broke, back to swingin' my sword Soulja when I was hooked to my ambellical cord If I'm wrong sell backwards dat's why I'm here fo'
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[Outro - Buck talkin' w/ D-Tay ad-libin'] Nigga, we thugged out (Thugged out!) Nigga! D-Tay (And Young Buck) Every time you see us, we thugged out! All tha way wit it, Hell to tha back Infra-red on our straps Whatchu wann' do nigga? (Whatchu wann' do?) Whatchu gon' do nigga? (What, What, What, Huh?) We thugged out
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