You Can Get It Too

[Intro: Young Buck]

Wussup real niggas? (Real niggas..)

Aye yo, shout out to dem niggas in penny-tentiary

I see y'all niggas, my niggas comin' home!!

And it's onn!!

[Pre-verse: Young Buck]

I don't want no problems (Yeah nigga)

I just wanna shoot (So watch yaself)

I don't want to rob 'em (Haha)

I just want tha loot (Gimme dat, mothafucka!)

I don't want no problems (Yeah nigga)

I just wanna shoot (So watch yaself)

I don't want to rob 'em (Haha)

I just want tha loot (Gimme dat, mothafucka!)

[Verse 1: Young Buck]

There come 'em boys wit' dem bandanas on (Yeah!)

They totin' A.K's wit' banana clips on (Blow!)

You thankin' we snorin' some much white on dese streets (Whudd!)

Dese ho's out here goin', I'm a P.I.M.P

Nigga, Tick beat his murda case (hey!), Ham beat his murda case (hey!), Bread beat his murda case

Cashville tha murda state, P beat his murda case, [?] beat his murda case

Look I ain't here to play, I can git it 'nutha day (Yeah!)

I do it fo' tha hood, and you do it fo' TV (C'monn!)

Now, streets love niggas like me and Young Jeezy

I'm leanin' on tha leatha and grippin' on tha wood

Wit' my hand on a metal, I wish a nigga would (Wooooo)

[Chorus: Young Buck]

I don't want no problems, I just want to shoot (Boom!)

I don't want to rob 'em, I just want tha loot (Yeah!)

And I ain't fo' no talkin', so wutchu wanna do?! (Do!)

Got click full of killas, nigga you can git it too!! (Too!)

[Verse 2: Young Buck]

Tha word on tha streets is

Some G-Unit niggas, wit' whole lotta guns, bussin' shots (Yeeaaahh)

So somebody call 50, and tell him come quicky

Go try to make 'em young boys stop (Ooowhh!!)

I'm not sent to play dese games (Whudd!)

See some thangs, they'll change

You'll no longa hear me sayin' dese rappas names (Nah!)

I had e'nuff, gotta cake to shot, ya time's up

Bitch I'm comin' to ya hood if you wanna fight Buck (Let's Gooo!)

Spider-Loc got me ridin' thru dese sets in L.A

As country as I am, mayn' I feel like I'm gon' stay(West-ssiide!)

They know a real nigga when they see 'em - I won't play

And I ain't worry 'bout no money nigga, I know Dre

Tha Glock stay on me, and tha knife's fo' back-up (Ooh!!)

I'm comin' to tha +Vibe Awards+, dare ya to ack up (Haha)

Go tell 'em dat I'm back, and I'm still on my hustle

You know a nigga stapped, hommie you don't want no trouble

[Chorus: Young Buck]

I don't want no problems, I just want to shoot (Boom!)

I don't want to rob 'em, I just want tha loot (Yeah!)

And I ain't fo' no talkin', so wutchu wanna do?! (Do!)

Got click full of killas, nigga you can git it too!! (Too!)

[Outro: Young Buck]

Huh!!

So it is what it is

Dat's a rap..

Next time I'm start shootin' tha shit outta you bitch azz rap niggas

For real tho!!

Niggas know, I just walked out up of dat court room smellin' like weed and shiit

Haha

For real like you know, tha probation offica can kiss my ass!

Tha D.A. can kiss my ass!

Eybody in tha Goddamn court room, can kiss my ass!!

Fuck y'all!!

Cause see, when a mothafuckin' nigga got his life in ya hands

Y'all mothafuckin' still good

But when a nigga beat cho mothafuckin' azz, y'all niggas be like "Wooohh"