[Intro]
Man, ni**as be gettin` tha wrong impression of these ni**as down here in Cashville
They thank it`s country musik mayne, mothaf**kas got money mayne!
Ni**as is killin`, ni**as is slangin` they s**t..
Ni**as is livin, they gettin` it how they live
I represented it ni**a (Wha.. F**k these ni**as)

[Verse 1 - Young Buck]
I`ma born villain, ghetto hero to lil` children
I`m still livin`, still robbin` ni**as like gimicks
White folks feel dat I belong in prison
We got 10 killings and still can`t get in
I stay un-identified, but ni**as betta listin
I`m on a mission, just me and my ammunition
When 2 clips take together, bust and dip `em
I know my ni**a D-Tay, yeah he gon` stick `em (Wha, Wha?!)
Guerilla, under-aged killa like myself
Fearin` nothin`, no head bussin` not even bein` dead
Murda Squad is here, you smell tha fury from tha gun smoke
Empty my weapon and then it`s covered by a trench coat
And when tha smoke clears, guess wha? - I`m still here
Late in the dark, prepared fo` tha next year
Look wha The Game created, a 6 foot murda man, hair braided un-educated

[Chorus - Buck w/ D-Tay ad-libin`]
See we thugged out, busy bobbin` wit tha snub nose out
`Cause dese ni**as `bout drama where I`m from - Cashville! (Wha, Wha?)
Come down here I betchu`ll say dat`s real, and ni**as will kill
`Cause we thugged out, dat why ni**as busy bobbin` wit tha snub nose out
`Cause dese ni**as `bout drama where I`m from - Cashville! (Wha, Wha?)
Come down here I betchu`ll say dat`s real, and ni**as will kill

[Verse 2 - Young Buck]
The average thug ni**a somehow drug dealin`
Wether he slang packs or gats, it`s all `bout skrilla
We un-load straps, and shootcha down like Reggie Miller
While othas take time to get paid, I like it quicka
And do it sober no weed or sizzle licka
Know wha I mean? It`s f**kin` teams of Mob bigga
Respect game and game don`t respect you
Gon` be out here ni**a, you got a nine? Get a Tec too!
Bitches will check you, or make ya thank a ni**a ain`t?
Plus you got bank too, a ni**a waitin` fo` ya rank, off tha dank
Butchu don`t feel like you loafin`
Crystal, you drank - and thank a ni**a ain`t scopin`
Yeah, you tell world you work hard fo` these tokens
Get a f**kin` strap and keep ya wallet wide open
My ni**a look, life means nothin` when ya positive bound
Been listin when ya body goin` deep in tha ground

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Young Buck]
What does my phuture behold, will I have suttin` to fold
Tell tha world bout these murdas, and hope they go gold
I`m gettin` known, so wha happens needs to happen here qwick
6 tryin` and 6 dyin`, I`m gettin tired of this s**t
Load clips, c**k it back, ain`t no time fo` me to relax
Here they come, can`t run - so I gotta shoot back
why sit and sell` crack, when Im grabin` tha gats
Infra-red where you lay ya head, snatch you and stacks
If you wrong, but a ni**a gotta eat ya hurrd?
F**k handcuffin` ya bitch, ya betta guard ya byrd
This s**t hard to earn, so Im`a get it how I can
Hop in outta mini-van, knownin` this tha mini mayn
Don`t let me see tha gat when I`m askin` tha Lord
Till I found myself broke, back to swingin` my sword
Soulja when I was hooked to my ambellical cord
If I`m wrong sell backwards dat`s why I`m here fo`

[Chorus]

[Outro - Buck talkin` w/ D-Tay ad-libin`]
Ni**a, we thugged out (Thugged out!)
Ni**a! D-Tay (And Young Buck)
Every time you see us, we thugged out!
All tha way wit it, Hell to tha back
Infra-red on our straps
Whatchu wann` do ni**a? (Whatchu wann` do?)
Whatchu gon` do ni**a? (What, What, What, Huh?)
We thugged out