[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 n***a an inch, he'll take a whole mile from ya soo I bust first (Blaaat)
Fuck this earth n***a 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?
N***a, 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 n***as say they wanna kill us
But you can't get mad, cause the whole world feel us
Do the math, half of these n***as 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 n***a here'll let the heat go so be low
Don't be no muthafuckin' hero
A kilo'll get a n***a whole clique killed
You ain't gotta spend shit, n***as'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', n***a, 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**