[Intro]
(Young Buck)
G-Unit nigga
Yea bitch you niggas know what it is with me nigga
Dirty south in this muthafucker
Young Buck nigga you know where I'm from Ca$hville nigga
[Get money]Make sure you put a dollar sign on the S too bitch
[Damn...]
[Verse]
[Young Buck]
Bulletwounds and tattoos is how I show my pain
I'm gone so much my little girl don't know my name
My palms covered in residue from cocaine
Been on the block since 6 in the morning
The neighbors complain about the traffic at my house (Fuck y'all)
When they need to borrow something they put their hands out
Little kids start running when they see my car coming
Just looking at me will make a nigga start hustlin
I ain't a start nothing I just know how to count
Know how to eyeball an 8ball you wearin em out
Lips black from the blunt of that sour diesel and the desert eagle [Im so illegal]
I can't even feed you what they put in the needles
Amsterdam got me thinking marijuana is legal
You can call me country but don't call me broke (Why)
We got all this money 50 where ya wanna go c'mon nigga
[Chorus]
[Young Buck]
Shit ain't really all good but I luv da hood
All I need is my weed I luv da hood
We ain't living like we should but I luv da hood
But they still Tennekee yea I luv da hood
Shit ain't really all good but I luv da hood
All I need is my weed I luv da hood
We ain't living like we should but I luv da hood
But they still Tennekee come and get it
[Verse]
[Game]
They say can remember Whoo Kid let it ride
Fuckin wit G-Unit I let the Desert fly (gunshot)
Ridin through Ca$hville wit Buck throwin my dubs up
For those who don't know that stand for west side
I blast on my enemies
Fuck you if you ain't kinnin me
Knock your top off like Kennedy
Then sip hennesy
Ridin through Tennessee
If you need coke Young Buck got the remedies
I got it for 9 5 if you wanna fly
Put em in a Range Rover if you wanna drive
If you only need 1 you ain't gotta come
I just pack it up and strap it to a bitch' thigh
You ever seen a Impala drive
Seen hollows fly
Seen yellow tape everytime
Its a homoside
When it's drama I pull the glock from my waist
Niggas tried to make my mama cry
It's G-Unit nigga
You better recognize
I'll put you in the grave for that shit that Joe Budden Tried
I remember right there when my brother died
Then 2pac, Biggie Smalls and some other guys
So me and my homies ride
With a chrome .45 in my lap and my waist an the double 9's
Niggas tried to kill me but it wasn't time
I took 5 shots from my own brother' 9
Went into a coma woke up in the hospital
Cops said they found drugs
I said it wasn't mine
Bad boy but I wouldn't shine
Matter fact wouldn't shit
Thought that 'cause I wouldn't sign
Now its G Unit Nigga read between the lines Bitch
[Chorus]
[Young Buck]
Shit ain't really all good but I luv da hood
All I need is my weed I luv da hood
We ain't living like we should but I luv da hood
But they still tennekee yea I luv da hood
Shit ain't really all good but I luv da hood
All I need is my weed I luv da hood
We ain't living like we should but I luv da hood
But they still Tennekee come and get it
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