[Intro: Young Buck]
What's up dope boys? hehehehe
And dope girls
The trap never closes
Welcome to the trap
You want the hottest [?] out? (Yeahhhhhh!)
Cause we grind 24/7 (G-Unit South!)
I ain't goin' nowhere
I'm in the kitchen (AMG!)
Yes!

[Chorus: Young Buck]
We still got the dope (Dope) (Yea!)
Trappin' at the store (Store)
Bricks for the low, (Heyyyyyyyy!) got it poppin' and they hollerin' "Oooh nooo" (Come on)
Bring it back, oooh nooo (Come on)
Bring it back
Got them pounds of that purp, (Ohhh!) my Chevy change colors (Colors)
We all move the work, gettin' money, motherfucker (Heyyyy!)
Oooh nooo (Come on)
Bring it back, oooh nooo (Come on)
Bring it back

[Verse 1: Lil Murda & Young Buck]
Look, homie want a nine piece and cuzz want a fo-way
I cut the white girl with gloves, call me OJ (Oooh Nooo)
I'm fuckin' with the snow man like Coach K (Yea!)
Hustle like Burger King, you can have it your way (Ayyyy!)
Bricks of that glass, 50 pounds by the door way
Spit a hunnind rounds and send a n***a the lord's way (Uh-huh) (Boom!)
The AK'll turn him back into a lower case
I go hard on the track like a horse race
Motherfuck a court case, judge and my P.O
Them semi-autos shoot 3 at a time like [?] (Blaaaaat!)
Empty the clip and reload, a soldier like a G.I. Joe and for that bread he look vida loc
It's G-Unit South, bitch, [?] [?] [?]
I spit crack and the whole world need my dope (Yea!)
Ay yea I rap but I trap just to feed my folk
You'll see me in all black 'fore you see me broke, n***a
[Chorus: Young Buck]
We still got the dope (Dope) (Yea!)
Trappin' at the store (Store)
Bricks for the low, (Heyyyyyyyy!) got it poppin' and they hollerin' "Oooh nooo" (Come on) (Heyy!)
Bring it back, oooh nooo (Come on)
Bring it back
Got them pounds of that purp, (Ohhh!) my Chevy change colors (Colors)
We all move the work, gettin' money, motherfucker (Heyyyy!)
Oooh nooo (Come on)
Bring it back, oooh nooo (Come on) (Let's goooooo!)
Bring it back

[Verse 2: Hi-C & Young Buck]
[?] [?] [?] hold 16 and a old machete plus I pump more base than a [?] [?]
Diamonds so big they thought that I sold them berries (Damn!)
I'm a hustler, I'm just so ready (Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!)
Kool-aid [?] sugar seats, 24's the Chevy
When I come they grab they [?] and hold they cherries ([?])
Oooh nooo, this that on the block grind shit, infra-red beam-ah on the Glock nine spit (Boom!)
I own Glocks but I usually bust techs
G-Unit South something like usual suspects (Hahahahaaaaa)
I know I got the game [?]
They kidnap the C off my name and threw me in the game high (Yea!)
I give a bitch hard dick and bubblegum and give my lil workers hard bricks to get it done (Here you go n***a)
Cut a hole in a brick just to see the flavor
Fish-scale, coke, now it's time to get that paper (Okkkkkkk!)
[Chorus: Young Buck]
We still got the dope (Dope) (Yea!)
Trappin' at the store (Store)
Bricks for the low, (Heyyyyyyyy!) got it poppin' and they hollerin' "Oooh nooo" (Come on)
Bring it back, oooh nooo (Come on)
Bring it back (Let's gooooooo!)
Got them pounds of that purp, (Ohhh!) my Chevy change colors (Colors)
We all move the work, gettin' money, motherfucker (Heyyyy!)
Oooh nooo (Come on)
Bring it back, oooh nooo (Come on)
Bring it back

[Outro: Young Buck]
Yea!
You know who it is, n***a
G-Unit South! Ca$hville Records!
That's me
Young Buck!
And they ain't ten-a-key
So stop asking
And put a lil mo wit it
Come holla
Yea!
Welcome To The Traphouse
Get money!