| «Walk with meeeee…» |
| Ay if you hear me out there |
| «Walk with meeeee…» |
| I get down on my knees every night and say |
| «Walk with meeeee…» |
| Hahahaha, yeah |
| «Walk with meeeee…» |
| I’m goin to war, I’m goin to WAR! |
| You never know when death’s comin, all you hear is gunshots |
| Lil' kids get to runnin, old ladies get off the block |
| When the poppin the truck music comes to a stop |
| Niggaz get on the floor with they front doors locked |
| Syringes and sirens the only thing on the street |
| People act like they don’t know who did it, but they no it’s me |
| Every day’s a death threat, but I ain’t dead yet |
| So I go put a hole in a nigga from the next set |
| Don’t know where I slept at, just know where my tec at |
| It’s the first of the month, my bitch ain’t got her check yet |
| Juvie left me in California, I don’t respect that |
| I love him too much to beef, so I’ma accept that |
| But I’ma just step back, and focus on Buck |
| Tired of ridin in yours, I’m bout to buy my own truck |
| Got to try my own luck, «Get Rich or Die Tryin'» |
| It’s G-Unit 'til I’m gone, Lord knows I ain’t lyin niggaz |
| First there was two sets of footprints in the sand |
| Then there was one set of footprints in the sand |
| When times get hard and shit hits the fan |
| God don’t walk with me, he carry me man |
| You don’t know what I been through to get what I done got |
| If you looked through a scope, you couldn’t hit what I done shot |
| Couldn’t flip what I done copped, couldn’t tip what I done topped |
| I murder you all-talk like a clip without a glock |
| When you holla G-Unit on some other shit |
| You need to do the research, and see who you fuckin wit |
| I smoke all your weed up, go run up your Visa |
| Your baby momma want me, I don’t want that skeeza |
| She’s scratched my Beema, but I ain’t seen-her |
| When I catch the bitch, I’ma gangsta lean-her — WHOA |
| We be playin in them videos, with them pretty hoes |
| Cashville Ten a key bitches and New York City hoes |
| They learned it from Lil' Kim to let they titties show |
| I’m the King of the South, this is how it really goes |
| Lord knows, I keep all my jewels froze |
| As long as the check come, then FUCK the award shows |
| You know me nigga |
| Half of these kids never read the Bibles |
| But they can tell you how to kill a man better than I do |
| The reason they fucked up, they all been lied to |
| I know what it feels like when a nigga misguide you |
| My momma stay in the projects and I been havin money |
| I went bought her a house, but she told me she ain’t want it |
| (What?) Right then I understood that the hood’s in my blood |
| So I hollered CASHVILLE, lettin 'em know where I’m from |
| Niggaz know I got a gun when I come to the club |
| And if it go down, you better tell your people to duck |
| Why should I slow down, I just got started targettin artists |
| Wait 'til the bullets start hoppin out the cartridge |
| I come to get it poppin, pray to God the news watchin |
| So when they see 'em snitch niggaz’ll know who got 'em |
| We came from the bottom to the top, from hoopties to a drop |
| And kill or be killed is the attitude I got nigga |
| I know you prayin I get killed nigga |
| He who fears death is in denial |
| 50 told you niggaz, Young Buck showed you niggaz |
| Banks! FREE YAYO! |
| And tell the bitch ass niggaz put they vest on |
| I’M HERE NOW! |