Walk with me
Hey if you hear me out there
I get down on my knees every night and pray

I'm going to war
I'm going to war

You never know when deaths coming all you hear is gunshots
Little kids get to running
Old ladys get off the block
When the pops hit the truck music comes to a stop
Niggas get on the floor with their front doors locked
Syringes and sirens the only thing on the street
People act like they don't know who did it but they know its me
Every days a death threat but I ain't dead yet
So I go put a whole in the nigga from the next sac
Don't know where I slept at just know where my check at
Its the first of the month
My bitch ain't got her check yet
Juve left me in California I don't respect that
I love him to much to beef so I'ma except that
But I'ma just step back
And focus on buck
I'm tired of riding in yours I'm bout to buy my own truck
Gotta try my own luck
Get rich or die trying
Its g-unit till I'm gone
Lord knows I ain't lying nigga

[Chorus: x2]
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 fam
God don't walk with me he carry me man

You don't know what I been through
To get what I done got
If you look through a scope
You couldn't hit what I done shot
Couldn't flip what I done copped
Couldn't dip what I done topped
To 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 fucking with
I smoke all ya weed up
Go run up ya visa
Ya baby momma want me
I don't want that skeezer
She scratched my bima
But I ain't Seen her
When I catch the bitch
I'ma gangsta lean her
Whoa!
We be playing in those videos
With them pretty hoes
Cashville Tennekey keep bitches from New York City Hoes
They learned it from lil' kim to let their Titties
Show
I'm the king of the south
This is how it really go
Lord knows I keep all my jewels froze
As long as the check come then fuck the award shows you know me nigga

[Chorus: x2]

Half of these kids never read the bible
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 having money
I went bought her a house
But she told me she ain't want it
Right then I understood that the hoods in my blood
So I holla Cashville Let them know where I'm from
Niggas 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 targeting artists
Wait till the bullets start hopping
Out the closets
I come to get it popping
I pray to god the news watching
So when they see him his niggas will know who got him
We came from the bottom to the top
From hoopties to a drop
Killer be killed
Is the attitude I got nigga

[Chorus: x2]

I know you praying I get killed nigga
He who fears death is in denial
50 told you niggas
Young-buck showed you niggas

Banks!
Free Yayo!
And tell them bitch as niggas put they vest on
I'm hear now!

Writer : WINDING, LOUIS / SCHJOLDAN, FREDERIK NORDSOE / BROWN, PAUL SIMON
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.