[Intro: Young Buck]
All my thugs and thugettes
Walk where I walk, see what I see
Now I welcome you to Cashville, Tennekee (Bitch)
All my life, I hustled all night
Now I'm alright, my wrist is all ice
And I did it all, without y'all advice
I don' been to hell and back, twice
You can't do it like me
[Verse 1: Young Buck]
Now as the world turns (Yeah)
I let my blunt burn (Come on)
Police writing down my tags, like I'm concerned (Fuck 'em)
I graduated from the nickels and dimes
You need the F-E-D's, bitch, to come get mine
Get on the grind ho
And stay the fuck outta mine fo' the kids find daddy laid out with his eyes closed, I know
Can't be humble in the jungle, give a nigga an inch, he'll take a whole mile from ya soo I bust first (Blaaat)
Fuck this earth nigga what's worse, wakin' up in the pen, or sleepin' under the dirt?
Boo yow, is the sound of the 40 Cal, AK's
Banana clips hold a 100 rounds, test me
Rude boy don't want none, got Jamaicans and Haitians buck, buck, buckin' they gun, where the hood at?
Nigga, that's where I come from (Yea)
Where shoot dice, snort white, sell crack and heroin
[Chorus: Young Buck & 50 Cent]
You can walk like I do, and talk like me too but nobody gon' rock with you
Cause you can't do it like me
Nah, you can't do it like me
(Hold on a second homie, let's get this clear) Motherfucker
You can walk like I do, and talk like me too but nobody gon' rock with you
Cause you can't do it like me
Cause you can't do it like me
(Hold on a second homie, let's get this clear)
G-Unit!
[Verse 2: Young Buck]
Somebody tell me what this world coming to (Yea)
Why they go get they metal detectors when we come through (Bitches)
Yeah, I know we got beef and niggas say they wanna kill us
But you can't get mad, cause the whole world feel us
Do the math, half of these niggas lying in they rhymes (Yea)
They don't even read the paper work, just sign on the line
Got a 9 and a heart to go get mine
And I be God damn, if I take a loss this time
My fishline in the water (Come on)
Nibble on it and get caught
May I take ya order? (What)
Yeah, I can get it in New York
See the streets know, this nigga here'll let the heat go so be low
Don't be no muthafuckin' hero
A kilo'll get a nigga whole clique killed
You ain't gotta spend shit, niggas'll hustle up a mill (Aight)
When you live with all the roaches, you kill all the rats
And the thugs that ain't focus, get they head cracked, motherfucker
[Chorus: Young Buck & 50 Cent]
You can walk like I do, and talk like me too but nobody gon' rock with you
Cause you can't do it like me
Nah, you can't do it like me
(Hold on a second homie, let's get this clear)
Motherfucker
You can walk like I do, and talk like me too but nobody gon' rock with you
Cause you can't do it like me
Cause you can't do it like me
(Hold on a second homie, let's get this clear)
G-Unit!
[Verse 3: Young Buck]
I know I got a dirty mouth, bitch, I'm from the South
I'm nuttin' like what you don' seen or you don' heard about
I'm in my best on the block, a vest and a Glock, and the rest in my sock
Unless I was Pac, you won't see me with a cross on my back
Gotta do my own thang, I can't copy that cat
Let me holla at ya for a minute, man
You stand for nuttin', nigga, you'll fall for anything
I'm busting any brain, they say that I'm insane but I came in this game with cocaine in my veins
What I'm saying, that I'm trained to go and turn a penny to a 20, you complain
I rather work with what he sent me, ain't it strange
How I went from a hooptie to a Bentley?
I ain't change, I'm in the hood
You want me? come and get me
Feel my pain, but don't feel sorry for me
Cause there some kids in Somalia with nothing to eat, motherfucker
[Chorus: Young Buck & 50 Cent]
You can walk like I do, and talk like me too but nobody gon' rock with you
Cause you can't do it like me
Nah, you can't do it like me
(Hold on a second homie, let's get this clear)
Motherfucker
You can walk like I do, and talk like me too but nobody gon' rock with you
Cause you can't do it like me
Cause you can't do it like me
(Hold on a second homie, let's get this clear)
G-Unit!
[Outro: 50 Cent]
Hold on a second homie, let's get this clear
**scratches**