[Intro: Talking]

Damn man, erything was all good today...

Now this muh'fucka wanna get behind me (woo! woo!), what the fuck

Here we go again, same old shit

I aint goin this time! {heavenly father!} (yeeeeeeeaaaa!)

Someone gotta go man...I'm too fuckin' dirty (ayo, put that shit out nigga)



[Verse 1:]

I was creepin, know I'm dirty as I wanna be

Eight 12's bumpin and tha police right in-front of me

Feelin like "Fuck it, man them hoes can't touch me"

Harass me, 'cuff me, but still can't bust me

I don't say I'm lucky, I jus say don't trust me

I'm all by myself, and I dare yall to rush me

The car smell like weed, and I can't find the spray

Put my finger on the trigger, and let the window down anyway (Heeey!)

See when tha gangsta looked the Devil in his face

Demons get to tellin' him that he can be erased

If mentally they guide us, then physically we strong

If every nigga learned to load a clip up on they own

Lick a shot (BUCK! BUCK!) Kill a cop (SO WHAT!?)

That's tha attitude we got (Yea, they got us fucked up!)

I can teach tha whole world when it comes to survival shit

Im God's best friend and I ain't read tha Bible yet



[Insert:]

Heavenly Father! Creator of all things!

I humble myself...as I bow to your throne



[Verse 2:]

He was not thinkin' when he made his move

I don't know how many times I forgave this dude

If I played cool then they gon' come right back

And if he take my life, I can't come right back

I put my strap right there, whoeva close to me

He'll hit ya up, if ya run, put a hole in ya knee

Walk him down, when I get to him turn his ass over

And watch a man cry 'fore I gon' 'n' put it on ya

I did it fo' a reason so He might forgive me

Besides this nigga was even tryin to kill me

Responsible for my actions I'm glad that I did it

My momma thinks it cool but my dad ain't wit it (DANG!)

My homies show me love 'cause they felt this feelin'

They tried to warn me but I done tried to help for him (my bad)

And I aint even thinkin' bout the time Im'a get

I'm God's best friend and I aint read the Bible yet



[Insert:]

Heavenly Father! Creator of all things!

I humble myself...as I bow to your throne



[Young Buck:]

You, gon eitha hafta riiide or you gon hafta die

Its goin down toniiight, them shells about to fly

We come to take ya liiife, AND SEND HIM ON HIS WAY! (YO!/HEY!)

[repeat]



[Outro: talking]

It's not a game man

I mean, I'm out here, I'm in these streets

Fuh'real!

Pick up the phone, accept penitentiary phone calls

All that

Nigga I keep the projects' lights on!

You gotta love me, nigga! (Yea!)

And I aint braggin', but I done donated more fuckin money to the school system

than ery' one of these country music superstars

Nigga, I am Cashville, Ten-A-Key

Holla (Holla, holla, holla)