[Intro]   Man, niggas be gettin' tha wrong impression of these niggas down here in Cashville   They thank it's country musik mayne, mothafuckas got money mayne!   Niggas is killin', niggas is slangin' they shit..   Niggas is livin, they gettin' it how they live   I represented it nigga (Wha.. Fuck these niggas)      [Verse 1 - Young Buck]   I'ma born villain, ghetto hero to lil' children   I'm still livin', still robbin' niggas like gimicks   White folks feel dat I belong in prison   We got 10 killings and still can't get in   I stay un-identified, but niggas betta listin   I'm on a mission, just me and my ammunition   When 2 clips take together, bust and dip 'em   I know my nigga D-Tay, yeah he gon' stick 'em (Wha, Wha?!)   Guerilla, under-aged killa like myself   Fearin' nothin', no head bussin' not even bein' dead   Murda Squad is here, you smell tha fury from tha gun smoke   Empty my weapon and then it's covered by a trench coat   And when tha smoke clears, guess wha? - I'm still here   Late in the dark, prepared fo' tha next year   Look wha The Game created, a 6 foot murda man, hair braided un-educated      [Chorus - Buck w/ D-Tay ad-libin']   See we thugged out, busy bobbin' wit tha snub nose out   'Cause dese niggas 'bout drama where I'm from - Cashville! (Wha, Wha?)   Come down here I betchu'll say dat's real, and niggas will kill   'Cause we thugged out, dat why niggas busy bobbin' wit tha snub nose out   'Cause dese niggas 'bout drama where I'm from - Cashville! (Wha, Wha?)   Come down here I betchu'll say dat's real, and niggas will kill      [Verse 2 - Young Buck]   The average thug nigga somehow drug dealin'   Wether he slang packs or gats, it's all 'bout skrilla   We un-load straps, and shootcha down like Reggie Miller   While othas take time to get paid, I like it quicka   And do it sober no weed or sizzle licka   Know wha I mean? It's fuckin' teams of Mob bigga   Respect game and game don't respect you   Gon' be out here nigga, you got a nine? Get a Tec too!   Bitches will check you, or make ya thank a nigga ain't?   Plus you got bank too, a nigga waitin' fo' ya rank, off tha dank   Butchu don't feel like you loafin'   Crystal, you drank - and thank a nigga ain't scopin'   Yeah, you tell world you work hard fo' these tokens   Get a fuckin' strap and keep ya wallet wide open   My nigga look, life means nothin' when ya positive bound   Been listin when ya body goin' deep in tha ground      [Chorus]      [Verse 3 - Young Buck]   What does my phuture behold, will I have suttin' to fold   Tell tha world bout these murdas, and hope they go gold   I'm gettin' known, so wha happens needs to happen here qwick   6 tryin' and 6 dyin', I'm gettin tired of this shit   Load clips, cock it back, ain't no time fo' me to relax   Here they come, can't run - so I gotta shoot back   why sit and sell' crack, when Im grabin' tha gats   Infra-red where you lay ya head, snatch you and stacks   If you wrong, but a nigga gotta eat ya hurrd?   Fuck handcuffin' ya bitch, ya betta guard ya byrd   This shit hard to earn, so Im'a get it how I can   Hop in outta mini-van, knownin' this tha mini mayn   Don't let me see tha gat when I'm askin' tha Lord   Till I found myself broke, back to swingin' my sword   Soulja when I was hooked to my ambellical cord   If I'm wrong sell backwards dat's why I'm here fo'      [Chorus]      [Outro - Buck talkin' w/ D-Tay ad-libin']   Nigga, we thugged out (Thugged out!)   Nigga! D-Tay (And Young Buck)   Every time you see us, we thugged out!   All tha way wit it, Hell to tha back   Infra-red on our straps   Whatchu wann' do nigga? (Whatchu wann' do?)   Whatchu gon' do nigga? (What, What, What, Huh?)   We thugged out