Doin' My Thing

[Intro: Young Buck]

Yeah this that grown man shit right here

Lets go

[Chorus: Young Buck]

You can catch me with the top dropped bitch

Police know they can't stop this

I'm doin' my thang

Big chain with some rocks on my wrist

Let 'em hate yeah I know I got 'em pissed

I'm doin' my thang

Move 'em in

Move 'em in

Move 'em out

Move 'em out

Money (money, money money, money)

What its 'bout

I've been out here all day trappin' out the house

I am what you call dirty south

I'm doin' my thang

[Verse 1: Young Buck]

So ghetto, still in the projects

Hand on the metal, a nigga still robbin'

You ask how i'm doin', I say i'm all good

But my life been ruined, we livin' like we should

Take away the pain

Don't take away the game

Nigga got to kill me before he take away my chain

I'm still runnin'

And the rims still spinnin'

The work still comin'

And my whole team winnin'

While you ballin' on a budget

You ask what it cost

And I'm hollain' out "fuck it"

Then tell me who the boss

The crumbs, the bricks

The guns, the clips

The thugs, the pimps

The house, the whips

Yep, we can talk if the conversation worth somethin'

A little weed and Hennessey never hurt nothin'

On the real the homie thats still baggin' up grams

The nigga better know who I am

I'm doin' my thang

[Chorus: Young Buck]

You can catch me with the top dropped bitch

Police know they can't stop this

I'm doin' my thang

Big chain with some rocks on my wrist

Let 'em hate yeah I know I got 'em pissed

I'm doin' my thang

Move 'em in

Move 'em in

Move 'em out

Move 'em out

Money (money, money money, money)

What its 'bout

I've been out here all day trappin' out the house

I am what you call dirty south

I'm doin' my thang

[Verse 2: Young Buck]

Shake it up, move it all around

Keep it movin' until you hear that rock hard sound

We be groovin' the freaks love the way we comin' down

They be like "Them boys be blowin' dro by the pound"

Ten cars, four trucks and a couple of Os

Put the bitches in the back, we don't love them hoes

Hit the switches on the back, make the front end hop

I got it lookin' like Crenshaw on my block

Now hold on homie bbbbbut wait 'till it get worse

I hear him stutterin' sssssayin' my verse

Come grab the wheel from me, i'm about to hang out the sunroof

And let these motherfuckers see a thug when he come through

I'm feelin' it

I got my Guccis on, killin' it

Game and Fat Joe don't know who they dealin' with

Let a nigga run up on me with the bullshit

I'm a show you niggas how to do this

I'm doin' my thang

[Chorus: Young Buck]

You can catch me with the top dropped bitch

Police know they can't stop this

I'm doin' my thang

Big chain with some rocks on my wrist

Let 'em hate yeah I know I got 'em pissed

I'm doin' my thang

Move 'em in

Move 'em in

Move 'em out

Move 'em out

Money (money, money money, money)

What its 'bout

I've been out here all day trappin' out the house

I am what you call dirty south

I'm doin' my thang