[Young Buck]   State to state, slippin slate nigga   This for the block nigga   E'ry nigga 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 niggaz flip birds   Y'all know the gangsta, lil' young nigga   Who thugged out all night on the curb, came up from a GRAM      And bitch I got 'em warrin for 10-5, the new nigga 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 niggaz 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 nigga 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 shit ain't punk shit, long as I get mine   And we can get down to shine, no more sellin them dimes   Put 20's on our rides, fuck hoes with thick thighs   Then maybe you can see, how it is to be rich   You ain't heard about a nigga? 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 nigga a thang, 'bout mine he won't complain   Conversation rule the nation, y'all niggaz 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 nigga '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 niggaz 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 fuckin role model   Besides people down in hell still want ice water   Now how you livin nigga? When hard times come   can you stand prison nigga, 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 nigga {edited} in his face   Since 12 I had a triple beam servin them cakes      [Chorus]