[Young Buck]
State to state, slippin slate ni**a
This for the block ni**a
E`ry ni**a out there who God damnit maintainin
off slangin `caine and all dem, thangs
And y`knowwhatI`mtalkinbout I feel that (I feel that)
See I done been in that situation where ni**az flip birds
Y`all know the gangsta, lil` young ni**a
Who thugged out all night on the curb, came up from a GRAM

And bitch I got `em warrin for 10-5, the new ni**a in town
I`m the king of this drug ring, just waitin to be crowned
You havin money by the ton, I got thousands by the pound
And the urge to splurge for all you ni**az want an ounce
Ain`t no problem with the product, long as you got the amount
And every bit of my fetti, cause every bit of it count
I`ma roll in the low, rain snow hot or cold
Finish my narcotics and put my bitches on the road
First ni**a try and jack, watch murder go kill them hoes
All white, no crack, how I get it, how it go
17 years old, I`m rappin 10 at a time
To me, front s**t ain`t punk s**t, long as I get mine
And we can get down to shine, no more sellin them dimes
Put 20`s on our rides, f**k hoes with thick thighs
Then maybe you can see, how it is to be rich
You ain`t heard about a ni**a? I be servin them bricks

[Chorus]
Nightfall to sunshine, 24 hour shifts
If crime didn`t pay, I`d be still on the strip [repeat 2 lines 3X]
Nightfall to sunshine, 24 hour shifts
Look - if crime didn`t pay, I`d be still on the strip

[Young Buck]
I`ve survived off this cocaine game, and it`s a strain to my brain
to front a ni**a a thang, `bout mine he won`t complain
Conversation rule the nation, y`all ni**az know the sayin
Prayin I don`t catch ya wit`cha watch I`ll take ya out the picture
Money run the country, similar to Adolf Hitler
Always been to drugs but see it`s different kind of dealers
You pay what you weigh, or should I say, get my scrilla
Not tomorrow but today, okay, it`s on the real`a
I ain`t tryin to be a killer just a ni**a `bout his cheddar
And I ain`t got it, you can`t cancel the bill collector
Coulda been did your rump, put your family in the middle
But I chose to be a man and keep it on that level
Your potnahs done told you about this young runnin rebel
And the load he carries behind if I can`t get mine
So robbin ni**az blind is the way I`ma play the game
Gotta respect my mind and if you don`t you still payin

[Chorus]

[Young Buck]
I`m a 100% for the Presidents
I never been hesitant, to leave `em layin with no evidence
Gotta make the best of this, stack my cheese
Then come back and get the rest of it, transportin ki`s
In the Benz with the leather kit, ride with me
When you hear that Desert Eagle click it`s world war 3
This ain`t how it `posed to be, but ain`t no f**kin role model
Besides people down in hell still want ice water
Now how you livin ni**a? When hard times come
can you stand prison ni**a, or you gon` run yo` tongue?
What`s that on yo` arm? You feel like it make a man?
Well let me get that and yo` charm, but turn around and count to 10
Can`t turn soldier in one day, the thug gotta just be within
your blood or yo` family, the streets gon` tell how good you been
But see I`m a young ni**a {edited} in his face
Since 12 I had a triple beam servin them cakes

[Chorus]