(feat. D-Tay & Hi-C)



[Young Buck:]

Where the trap boys at?

Where the dope boys at?

Where the trap boys at?

Where the dope boys at?

Yo

Its about to go down



[Verse 1: Young Buck]

What you need where you wanna meet me at?

They shut the trap down but you see we right back

No scales I'm eyeballin' everything

Stash box everywhere and my Chevy stained

What a whip I cook it in the microwave

And when I'm not on the block then you might get paid

Here I go

Get grams for the lo lo

354 ounce of that snow snow

I'm the man

The dope man bitch

With platinum on my neck rose gold on my wrist

You may have alot of bricks but I got much more

And still got the nuts to put ya brains on the floor



[Chorus: Young Buck]

Come on you ain't ready this game ain't for you

I hear you got the work but you can't move it like I do

you can't move it like I do

you can't move it like I do

Ya price ain't right you can't move it like I do

The fiends know my name they tell me I'm the truth

They say you got the work but you can't move it like I do

You can't move it like I do

You can't move it like I do

Ya coke ain't white you can't move it like I do



[Verse 2: D-Tay]

Look D-Tay I got the yayo

20 for the way-lows

Just meet me at the spot and drop my motherfuckin' mayo

Me Yayo

In New York smokin sour diesel

The Desert Eagle'll reach you shoot up to ya Regal

Two heaters on the kitchen table serving coke

Baking soda make the dope double thats my antidote

Punks tryin' to keep up with the Unit

I'm still into trappin' crack, bangin' up them women

Assuming you niggas don't need work when you do

Just holla cause boy I got a bargain for you



[Chorus: Young Buck]

Where the trap boys at?

Where the dope boys at?

Where the trap boys at?

Where the dope boys at?

Come on you ain't ready this game ain't for you

I hear you got the work but you can't move it like I do

you can't move it like I do

you can't move it like I do

Ya price ain't right you can't move it like I do

The fiends know my name they tell me I'm the truth

They say you got the work but you can't move it like I do

You can't move it like I do

You can't move it like I do

Ya coke ain't white you can't move it like I do



[Verse 3: Hi-C]

I got the work in the Dirty South so fill my team

Yeah them pretty white rocks and them good tongue greens

Who is that comin through in that old school

828 Alpha Block yeah I'm so cool

The homies hit the studio up with four bricks

30 Gs, 6 pistols and I'm still in this bitch

Million dollar bond, no probable cause

My next tattoo on my back "Fuck The Laws" nigga



[Verse 4: Young Buck]

Talkin' dirty on my cell phone fuck it

The feds come get me bet a nigga start bustin'

We ain't stoppin'

Got the neighborhood poppin'

These hos bird watchin'

Cause of the money that I'm clockin'

I'm clean

EV2 jeans

A pair of Air Jordans that a nigga never seen

What it cost

Damn right its on me

I'm only 24 feelin' like a O.G.



[Chorus: Young Buck]

Come on you ain't ready this game ain't for you

I hear you got the work but you can't move it like I do

you can't move it like I do

you can't move it like I do

Ya price ain't right you can't move it like I do

The fiends know my name they tell me I'm the truth

They say you got the work but you can't move it like I do

You can't move it like I do

You can't move it like I do

Ya coke ain't white you can't move it like I do



[Young Buck:]

Aiyo follow me niggas

I'm on my way to the trap house