Tekstovi: Young Buck. Straight Outta Cashville. Do It Like Me.

[Young Buck:]
All my thugs and thugets
Walk where I walk, see what I see
Now I welcome you all to cashville, tennekee
All my life, I hustle'd all night
Now I'm alright, my wrist is all ice
And I did it all, without ya'll advice
I done been to hell and back, twice

You cant do it like me!

Now as the world turns, I let my bud burn
Police writin' down my tags, like I'm concerned
I graduated from the nickels and dimes
You need the f.e.d.'s bitch, to come get mine
Get on the grind hoe, and stay the fuck up outta mine fo'
The kid's find daddy lay'd out with his eyes closed
I know, can't be humble in the jungle
Give a nigga an inch, he'll take a whole mile from ya'
So I bust first, fuck this earth nigga
Whats worse? wakin' up in the pen, or sleepin' up under the dirt
Boo yow! is the sound of the 40 cal.
AK's bananna clips hold a 100 rounds
Test me, rude boy don't want none
Got Jamacan's and Hesian's buck, buck, buckin' they gun
Where the hood at? nigga, that's where I come from
Where shoot dice, snort white, sell crack and heroine

You can walk like I do, and talk like me too
But nobody gon' rock with you
Cuz you can't do it like me (nah, you cant do it like me)
{[50 Cent:] hold on a second homie, lets get this clear}
You can walk like I do, and talk like me too
But nobody gon' rock with you
Cuz you can't do it like me (cuz, you cant do it like me)
{[50 Cent:] hold on a second homie, lets get this clear}
G-unit!!!

Somebody tell me what this world comin' to
Why they go get they metal detector's when we come through
Yah, I know we got beef, and niggas say they wanna kill us
But you can't get mad, cuz the whole world feel us
Do the math, half of these niggas lying in they rhymes
They don't even read the paper work, just sign on the line
I got a 9, and a heart to go get mine
And I'll be god damn, if I take a loss this time
I'm fishline, in the water, nibble only to get caught
May I take ya' order? yah, I can get it in new york
See the streets know, this nigga here'll let the heat go
Be low, don't be no muthafuckin' hero
A kilo'll get a nigga whole click killed
You ain't gotta spend shit, niggas'll hustle up a mill
When you live with all the roaches, you kill all the rats
And the thugs, that ain't focused, get they head cracked

You can walk like I do, and talk like me too
But nobody gon' rock with you
Cuz you can't do it like me (nah, you cant do it like me)
{[50 Cent:] hold on a second homie, lets get this clear}
You can walk like I do, and talk like me too
But nobody gon' rock with you
Cuz you can't do it like me (cuz, you cant do it like me)
{[50 Cent:] hold on a second homie, lets get this clear}
G-unit!!!

I know I got a dirty mouth, bitch I'm from the south
I'm nuthin like what you done seen or you done heard about
I'm in my best on the block, a vest and a glock, and the rest in my sock
Unless I was pac, you wont see me with a cross on my back
Gotta do my own thang, can't copy that cat
Let me holla at ya' for a minute may'ne
If ya stand for nuthin' nigga, you'll fall for anythang
I'm bustin any brain, they say that i'm insaine
But I came in this game with cocaine in my viens
What I'm sayin, that I'm trained to go and turn a penny to a 20
You complain, I'd rather work with what he sent me, ain't it strange?
How I went from a hoopty to a bently, I ain't changed
I'm in the hood, you want me? come and get me
Feel my pain, but don't feel sorry for me
Cuz they're some kids in samalia with nuthin to eat

You can walk like I do, and talk like me too
But nobody gon' rock with you
Cuz you can't do it like me (nah, you cant do it like me)
{[50 Cent:] hold on a second homie, lets get this clear}
You can walk like I do, and talk like me too
But nobody gon' rock with you
Cuz you can't do it like me (cuz, you cant do it like me)
{[50 Cent:] hold on a second homie, lets get this clear}
G-unit!!!

[scratching {50 Cent: hold on a second homie, lets get this clear}]