[Young Buck]
ATL, shawty! (G-Unit!)
Young Buck, Youngbloodz

I'm talkin' dirty, wit' bout 80 thousand in my mouth
I'm stompin' through this bitch, movin' 'em in, and shippin' 'em out
Breath smell like Hennessey, my clothes smell like weed
ATL & Tennessee, nigga I'm right up the street
In the club where the thugs be, it be hard to breathe
Sean Paul said we gon' bust they head before we leave
I brought so good wit me, and I got my hood wit me
Cadillac'n all through College Park, I'm talkin bout wood grippin'
Dirty South, they bullshittin', you can't ride on them down here
Niggas damn near can fit inside their rims round here
And our hoes drop it down to the ground like they supposed to
Or fuck a nigga whole crew, anytime we roll through
Young Buck and Youngbloodz, we came to show you
Just how to start a fight and what that Grey Goose and dro'll do
Snatch me a ho or two, niggas know howe we do it
Ain't nothin' change, you know the game, it's G-Unit!

[Hook One: Young Buck]
Totin' guns, rollin' blunts, Gettin' crunk - That's Me
Switchin' lanes, grippin' grains, Got them thangs - That's Me
Swervin Lex, Servin X, Countin' stacks - That's Me
Cook it up and bring it back, That's a fact - That's Me
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