My Zone Young Buck (Ft. Glasses Malone)

It's a ghetto holiday!
K-Salaam the streets hear you homie [B-b-b-beatnik]
Aye what it do!
Young Buck, Glasses Malone, ayyyyyee!
Yea! Aye what the hood like?
What the streets like?
What that money like? Haha, yea!
It's a lot of s*** goin' on out there...
All I can say is....keep ya mind on ya money mane, let's go

[Verse - Young Buck]
So many n***** keep dyin', quit keepin' count
I watched the biggest n**** fall, the smallest n**** ball
These wargrounds, ya gotta watch where ya steppin'
You step on other n***** toes you can die in a second
I've had my share of death, emptied the clip ain't no bullets left
Everybody was strapped, but I was shootin' by myself
Now I do it by myself, no unit, no gang, no click
How can you be real and get robbed and ain't do s***?
The morals is f***** up, forreal this s*** is that funny
Talkin' bout retiring, thats only four and a half money
I'm re-ing up, they bought everything I had from me
Weigh it up, you can't do me like the last dummy
So serious, you hear it when you hearin' this
Puttin' my life in my deliveries they feelin' this
Radio killin' this, drug dealers dealin' this
Bootleggers stealin' this, I'm so for real wit' this