(feat. All Star, Lil Scrappy)


[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 ho'

Now 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 rollin'

We 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!!