Ay they can't handle this one   This for the block nigga, what?      [D-Tay]   I make one move, hit your block, and your whole spot hot   Uh-huh, if you're lucky have your whole block cocked   Now I ain't sayin that's gon' stop all my niggaz that chop   Cause in they mind, ain't no dyin, niggaz flip to get flopped   Shootin more than 50 shots and my heart catch not   When the gunfire a-start it ain't no callin the cops   Besides, you started beef, I'm just bringin it back   All my niggaz you hunt around so what you packin a gat?   Just leave that where it's at, or leave here on your back   Make one move like you're reachin and I'm leavin you flat   Warnings I'm givin you, but you never did listen   So I'm spittin Smith & Wessons 'til they out of ammunition   I'm clip totin, holdin rollin with my cousin Priest   I'm back, and ridin in the candy painted 'llac   We max, and gettin all these hoes for they cheese   We jack, and gettin all these ballers for they ki's      [Chorus: repeat 2X]   Didn't think that I would make it this far, throwin rocks at the pen   Left niggaz layin dead and I did it in sin   And I'd do it again, thugged out 'til the end   Still we gon' keep ridin 'til we caught in the wind      [Rizin Sun]   Nigga I'm gon' make it if I gotta rob and steal   Cock back my grill, let 'em know this burner's for real   When the coast is cleared that's when I plan my escape   Wanted in 50 states, my first shot is debate   Don't be late, Buck we got hits to make   50 is you with me, if they really want me they'd come and get me   Now I'm a fugitive on the run, killers don't leave home   Without the gun, blaze one   They got me nationwide all over the world they tryin to turn me in   But the pearls, I think ahead on that   Fuck the pen, I'm tryin to see my money stacks   If you lookin for me I'm where the ballers at   Drinkin Cristal gettin smoked out   Try not to take the bar out, but they done, tapped my house   I'm goin all out, got me on some major shit   Dressed in black, when I attack, please believe that      [Chorus]      [Young Buck]   I need to get my hands on somethin, I suggest you play it low   Get your last words in when the soldier's rag over my nose   Look the anger done build up, I'm damn near about to blow   Tryin to unhook a time bomb when I'm right at zero   Fuck a stolen vehicle, we gon' pull up in luxury   Bubbilize somethin, survive nigga you're lucky   When shit get ugly, bustin e'rythang that rush me   Swingin this fuckin chopper 'til my arms get musty   This occassion calls for military issue buddy   My fetti took a slight fall now y'all gon' be bloody   Young Buck, a.k.a. Frank Nitti of the city   Ain't fakin none to DT's, you got it then come and get me   But the form I come in, I swear it's hard to hit me   Not a face bein shown, just a chrome tucked in my dickies      [Chorus]