[Intro]   (Young Buck)      G-Unit nigga   Yea bitch you niggas know what it is with me nigga   Dirty south in this muthafucker   Young Buck nigga you know where Im from Ca$hville nigga   [Get money]Make sure you put a dollar sign on the S too bitch      [Damn...]         [Verse]   [Young Buck]   Bulletwounds and tattooes is how I show my pain   Im gone so much my little girl dont know my name   My palms covered in residue from cocaine   Been on the block since 6 in the morning   The neighbors complain about the traffic at my house (Fuck Y'all)   When they need to borrow something they put their hands out   Little kids start running when they see my car coming   Just looking at me will make a nigga start hustlin   I aint a start nothing I just know how to count   know how to eyeball an 8ball you wearin em out   Lips black from the blunt of that sour diesel and the desert eagle [Im so illegal]   I cant even feed you what they put in the needles   Amsterdam got me thinking marijuana is legal   You can call me country but dont call me broke (Why)   We got all this money 50 where ya wanna go cmon nigga         [Chorus]   [Young Buck]      Shit aint really all good but I luv da hood   All I need is my weed I luv da hood   We aint living like we should but I luv da hood   But they still Tennekee yea I luv da hood   Shit aint really all good but I luv da hood   All I need is my weed I luv da hood   We aint living like we should but I luv da hood   But they still Tennekee come and get it         [Verse]   [Game]   They say can remember Whoo Kid let it ride   Fuckin wit G-Unit i let the Desert fly (gunshot)   Ridin thru Ca$hville wit Buck throwin my dubs up   For those who don't know that stand for west side   I blast on my enemies   Fuck you if you aint kinnin me   Knock your top off like Kennedy   Then sip hennesy   Ridin thru Tennessee   If you need coke Young Buck got the remedies   I got it for 9 5 if you wanna fly   Put em in a Range Rover if you wanna drive   If you only need 1 you aint gotta come   I just pack it up and strap it to a bitch' thigh   You ever seen a Impala drive   Seen hollows fly   Seen yellow tape everytime   Its a homoside   When it's drama i pull the glock from my waist   Niggas tried to make my mama cry      It's G-Unit nigga   You better recognize   I'll put you in the grave for that shit that Joe Budden Tried      I remember right there when my brother died   Then 2pac, Biggie Smalls and some other guys   So me and my homies ride   With a chrome .45 in my lap and my waist an the double 9's   Niggas tried to kill me but it wasnt time   I took 5 shots from my own brother' 9   Went into a coma woke up in the hospital   Cops said they found drugs   I said it wasnt mine   Bad boy but i wouldnt shine   Matter fact wouldnt shit   Thought that cos i wouldnt sign   Now its G Unit Nigga read between the lines Bitch            [Chorus]   [Young Buck]      Shit aint really all good but I luv da hood   All I need is my weed I luv da hood   We aint living like we should but I luv da hood   But they still tennekee yea I luv da hood   Shit aint really all good but I luv da hood   All I need is my weed I luv da hood   We aint living like we should but I luv da hood   But they still Tennekee come and get it