Walk with meeeee..."
  [Young Buck] Ay if you hear me out there
  "Walk with meeeee..."
  [Young Buck] I get down on my knees every night and say
  "Walk with meeeee..."
  [Young Buck] Hahahaha, yeah
  "Walk with meeeee..."
  [Young Buck] I'm goin to war, I'm goin to WAR!
  
  [Verse One: Young Buck]
  You never know when death's comin, all you hear is gunshots
  Lil' kids get to runnin, old ladies get off the block
  When the poppin the truck music comes to a stop
  Niggaz get on the floor with they front doors locked
  Syringes and sirens the only thing on the street
  People act like they don't know who did it, but they notice me
  Every day's a death threat, but I ain't dead yet
  So I go put a hole in a nigga from the next set
  Don't know where I slept at, just know where my tec at
  It's the first of the month, my bitch ain't got her check yet
  Juvie left me in California, I don't respect that
  I love him too much to beef, so I'ma accept that
  But I'ma just step back, and focus on Buck
  Tired of ridin in yours, I'm bout to buy my own truck
  Got to try my own luck, "Get Rich or Die Tryin'"
  It's G-Unit 'til I'm gone, Lord knows I ain't lyin niggaz
  
  [Chorus: 50 Cent - repeat 2X]
  First there was two sets of footprints in the sand
  Then there was one set of footprints in the sand
  When times get hard and shit hits the fan
  God don't walk with me, he carry me man
  
  [Verse Two: Young Buck]
  You don't know what I been through to get what I done got
  If you looked through a scope, you couldn't hit what I done shot
  Couldn't flip what I done copped, couldn't tip what I done topped
  I murder you all-talk like a clip without a glock
  When you holla G-Unit on some other shit
  You need to do the research, and see who you fuckin wit
  I smoke all your weed up, go run up your Beeza
  Your baby momma want me, I don't want that skeeza
  She's scratched my Beema, but I ain't seen-her
  When I catch the bitch, I'ma gangsta lean-her - WHOA
  We be playin in them videos, with them pretty hoes
  Cash bucks and the key bitches and New York City hoes
  They learned it from Lil' Kim to let they titties show
  I'm the King of the South, this is how it really goes
  Lord knows, I keep all my jewels froze
  As long as the check come, then FUCK the award shows
  You know me nigga
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Verse Three: Young Buck]
  Half of these kids never read the Bibles
  But they can tell you how to kill a man better than I do
  The reason they fucked up, they all been lied to
  I know what it feels like when a nigga misguide you
  My momma stay in the projects and I been havin money
  I went bought her a house, but she told me she ain't want it
  (What?) Right then I understood that the hood's in my blood
  So I hollered CASH REAL, lettin 'em know where I'm from
  Niggaz know I got a gun when I come to the club
  And if it go down, you better tell your people to duck
  Why should I slow down, I just got started targettin artists
  Wait 'til the bullets start hoppin out the cartridge
  I come to get it poppin, pray to God the news watchin
  So when they see 'em snitch niggaz'll know who got 'em
  We came from the bottom to the top, from hoopties to a drop
  And kill or be killed is the attitude I got nigga
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Young Buck]
  I know you prayin I get killed nigga
  He who fears death is in denial
  50 told you niggaz, Young Buck showed you niggaz
  Banks! FREE YAYO!
  And tell the bitch ass niggaz put they vest on
  I'M HERE NOW!