[Intro: 50 Cent]
Yeah Buck
Let's take 'em down south so they know we know what's goin' on down there
Cashville, teen a KEY!
Ha ha ha ha
GET 'EM BUCK!
[Chorus: 50 Cent & Young Buck]
44's (okay)
Calicos (fo sho)
That's how all my gangstas roll (yeah)
Get that dough (what)
Fuck them hoes
That's how G-G-G-Unit roll (come on)
44's (okay)
Calicos (fo sho)
That's how all my gangstas roll (yeah)
Get that dough (huh)
Fuck them hoes (what)
That's how G-G-G-Unit roll
[Verse 1: Young Buck & 50 Cent]
I got my pistol in my lap and the top drop down (uh huh)
A A.K. in the back 'cause a nigga hot now (yeah)
And I been shootin' and I been robbin'
50 tell these niggas I'm a motherfuckin' problem (he's a motherfuckin' problem)
I come from the bottom
But birds I got 'em
I dip through sets in Harlem and serve all 'em
Give me what I deservе and
Fuck what you don' heard man
They goin' for ten a kеy so who the real Birdman
They try to stop us but I load up my choppa
Put my eye in the scope and pop 'em right in they pajamas (yeah)
Do what we say so
Just watin' on Yayo
So we can double back and give the fans what they paid for
Ever since the game came back to reality
These niggas that ain't sellin' been mad at me but had (ha ha) it been me
I take it right back to the block
In Tennessee
We known to put the pyrex in a pot bitch
Yeah Buck
Let's take 'em down south so they know we know what's goin' on down there
Cashville, teen a KEY!
Ha ha ha ha
GET 'EM BUCK!
[Chorus: 50 Cent & Young Buck]
44's (okay)
Calicos (fo sho)
That's how all my gangstas roll (yeah)
Get that dough (what)
Fuck them hoes
That's how G-G-G-Unit roll (come on)
44's (okay)
Calicos (fo sho)
That's how all my gangstas roll (yeah)
Get that dough (huh)
Fuck them hoes (what)
That's how G-G-G-Unit roll
[Verse 1: Young Buck & 50 Cent]
I got my pistol in my lap and the top drop down (uh huh)
A A.K. in the back 'cause a nigga hot now (yeah)
And I been shootin' and I been robbin'
50 tell these niggas I'm a motherfuckin' problem (he's a motherfuckin' problem)
I come from the bottom
But birds I got 'em
I dip through sets in Harlem and serve all 'em
Give me what I deservе and
Fuck what you don' heard man
They goin' for ten a kеy so who the real Birdman
They try to stop us but I load up my choppa
Put my eye in the scope and pop 'em right in they pajamas (yeah)
Do what we say so
Just watin' on Yayo
So we can double back and give the fans what they paid for
Ever since the game came back to reality
These niggas that ain't sellin' been mad at me but had (ha ha) it been me
I take it right back to the block
In Tennessee
We known to put the pyrex in a pot bitch
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