[Intro: Young Buck & [?]]
(And it's gonna always)
Ay what up real n***a?
(Be this way)
Yea!
(And it's gonna always)
These n***as be askin' me "Ay Young Buck"
(Be this way)
(G-Unit!)
N***a you still up, you still hustlin'?
(And it's gonna always)
(Be this way)
Still out there on the block?
(I know)
N***a what you think, motherfuckin' take money to make money, if I got mo money, that mean I'm still on the block takin' your money, n***a
This shit don't stop 'till the casket drop, Young Buck

[Verse: Young Buck & [?]]
I got my sunroof open, locin' and smokin' down the block
40 Glock, Jacob watch and some rims that don't stop (C'mon)
Enough ammo to go to war with any military
And a hunnid foot soldiers (A be this way) is comin' if I get buried (Woo)
Magazines wanna know if I'm worried 'bout the beef
I tell 'em "Shit, them n***as need to be worried 'bout me" (N***a)
Keep my enemies close so listen n***a, I know
Where you live, where you go (A be this way), 'bout your friends, 'bout your ho
And them n***as that your runnin' to for protection know me
See this time you fucked up, homie (Let's go!)
I still do my dirt all by my lonely so even if I'm solo
I bet you gettin' hit (A be this way) with this fofo (You damn right)
I show no love to you, wanna be thugs, you can't
Do no shows, you can't go to no clubs, I swear to God now I'm gettin' involved 'cause these n***as really broads and they think they really hard 'till these bullets hit they car
Then they car hit that pole and them bullets hit some mo
And that clip fall out, 'cause I stop and reload (Blaaaat)
And until I'm all out this how it's gon' go so don't say I didn't warn (A be this way) you before, I'm lettin' you know
Let them n***as put that battery in ya and get you killet
Them two planes couldn't knock down what G-Unit built
Ca$hville 'till I'm gone, let’s get it on, I’m back home
And I don’t plan (A be this way) on gettin' knocked down like Roy Jones
[Outro: Young Buck & [?]]
I don't really think you motherfuckers know who you fuckin' with
I'm 'bout to show you though
Straight Outta Ca$hville, n***a
Comin' to a hood near you
Blame it on 50
(A be this way)
Gangsta to the bone gristle
Holla at a real n***a
(A be this way)
G-Unit!