[Intro:] Wussup with it, nigga? (It's how I do things) G-Unit South! (You know you fucked up, right?) Aye yo, fuck tha police!! And fuck you snitchy azz niggas!! You know whudd it is!! (Matta a fact) Aye yo nigga! (You know whudd?!) Suck my dick!!
[Chorus:] Yeah I sell dope, come and catch me nigga (What!!) I do it fo' my folks, come and catch me nigga (Yuh!!) Damn right I took glocks, come and catch me nigga (What!!) I still won't stop if you catch me, nigga (Let's Goooo!!) Yeah I sell dope, come and catch me nigga (What!!) I do it fo' my folks, come and catch me nigga Damn right I took glocks, come and catch me nigga (What!!) I still won't stop if you catch me, nigga (C'monnn!)
[Verse 1: All Star] I neva been fronted, if I got it - then I bought it Nigga, certified hustle-a, neva been caughted (Yuh!) Traffican' and trappin' got me stackin' up these bucks Nigga, I was grindin' hard when Warren Sapp was with +The Bucks+ (Oooooowwhh) Nigga, we can git it crackin', really I don't give a fuck Call Scrap' and cherk Buck Like, "Let's go hit 'em up!" From tha -A- to Cashville, G-Unit, G's up And we talk to much heat to eva-eva freeze up (Holla!) Keep a hammer on my waist, a banana on tha cake I'm just happy to see 21 candals on tha cake And if I'm eva down bad, it's a bandana on my face I'll stomp bitch, I don't give a damn 'bout a case (fuck!)
[Verse 2: Lil' Scrappy] Yo.. (Aye..) See, I don't give a fuck if he know, you know I'll smoke-a blunt in front of tha police like it's legal (C'mon!!) Stand on tha squad car screaming "Fuck tha people!" Man dem niggas hear me, then can git it like we do (Yeeaaah!!) Perp for tha low, peel fo' you roll Gotta go and hustle, 'cause my pokets on low Got a couplah niggas dat's gon' flip em O's It was born in my blood, I'm gon pimp em ho's (Fo' Sho'!!) When you see me in tha street, yeah I did it fo' tha struggle ho' Now on my time, I'm gon' do it fo' my daughter tho Even if I have to rob and lay a nigga on tha flo' (Aye, Aye) You don't want no problems - just gimme what I came fo' (G-Uniit!!)
[Verse 3: Young Buck] Posted up, on this corna like whateva My chin-chilla covas, on my G-Unit sweata (Yeah!!) On Tuesdays and Thursdays they say tha vikes rollin' We see 'em ride by, but we act like we don't know 'em They know they we ain't gone, see this is our hood (What!!) We wear these bandanas, not 'cause they look good (Fo' Real!) Let's do this fo' big took it, them niggas in the pen Tha ones dat won't neva see these fuckin' streets again (Yeaaah!!) So fuck tha D. E. A. And fuck tha F. B. I. We traffican' this shit, up until tha day we die (Bu-bu-bu-buck!) Some say I'm out my mind, I say I'm about my grind (What!!) Dat's why when I tell 'em I bought a phantom They know dat I ain't lyin' (Aye!!)
[Outro:] Niggas know whudd it is! Straight up, on some real shiit, haha I got public service work to do, haha Yeahh!!! Aye yo 50!! Aye yo nigga! You told me what dem [?] gon' do Now I see watchu mean Fuck tha police!! Haha.. Yeah nigga, G-Unit South!! Yeo!!