Young Buck Come & Catch Me (Feat. Lil Scrappy & Lil Murda) Lyrics

[Intro]
Wussup with it, n____? (It's how I do things)
G-Unit South! (You know you f___ed up, right?)
Aye yo, f___ tha police!!
And f___ you snitchy azz n____s!!
You know whudd it is!! (Matta a fact)
Aye yo n____! (You know whudd?!)
Suck my d___!!

[Chorus]
Yeah I sell dope, come and catch me n____ (What!!)
I do it fo' my folks, come and catch me n____ (Yuh!!)
d___ right I took glocks, come and catch me n____ (What!!)
I still won't stop if you catch me, n____ (Let's Goooo!!)
Yeah I sell dope, come and catch me n____ (What!!)
I do it fo' my folks, come and catch me n____
d___ right I took glocks, come and catch me n____ (What!!)
I still won't stop if you catch me, n____ (C'monnn!)

[Verse 1: All Star]
I neva been fronted, if I got it - then I bought it
n____, certified hustle-a, neva been caughted (Yuh!)
Traffican' and trappin' got me stackin' up these bucks
n____, I was grindin' hard when Warren Sapp was with (The Bucks) (Oooooowwhh)
n____, we can git it crackin', really I don't give a f___
Call Scrap' and cherk Buck Like, "Let's go hit 'em up!"
From tha -A- to Cashville, G-Unit, G's up
And we talk to much heat to eva-eva freeze up (Holla!)
Keep a hammer on my waist, a banana on tha cake
I'm just happy to see 21 candals on tha cake
And if I'm eva down bad, it's a bandana on my face
I'll stomp b____, I don't give a d___ 'bout a case (f___!)

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Lil Scrappy]
Yo.. (Aye..)
See, I don't give a f___ if he know, you know
I'll smoke-a blunt in front of tha police like it's legal (C'mon!!)
Stand on tha squad car screaming "f___ tha people!"
Man dem n____s hear me, then can git it like we do (Yeeaaah!!)
Perp for tha low, peel fo' you roll
Gotta go and hustle, 'cause my pokets on low
Got a couplah n____s dat's gon' flip em O's
It was born in my blood, I'm gon pimp em ho's (Fo' Sho'!!)
When you see me in tha street, yeah I did it fo' tha struggle ho'
Now on my time, I'm gon' do it fo' my daughter tho
Even if I have to rob and lay a n____ on tha flo' (Aye, Aye)
You don't want no problems - just gimme what I came fo' (G-Uniit!!)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Young Buck]
Posted up, on dis corna like whateva
My chin-chilla covas, on my G-Unit sweata (Yeah!!)
On Tuesdays and Thursdays they say tha vikes rollin'
We see 'em ride by, but we act like we don't know 'em
They know they we ain't gone, see dis is our hood (What!!)
We wear these bandanas, not 'cause they look good (Fo' Real!)
Let's do dis fo' big took it, them n____s in the pen
Tha ones dat won't neva see these f___in' streets again (Yeaaah!!)
So f___ tha D.E.A. and f___ tha F.B.I.
We traffican' dis s___, up until tha day we die (Bu-bu-bu-buck!)
Some say I'm out my mind, I say I'm about my grind (What!!)
Dat's why when I tell 'em I bought a phantom
They know dat I ain't lyin' (Aye!!)

[Chorus]

[Outro]
n____s know whudd it is!
Straight up, on some real shiit, haha
I got public service work to do, haha
Yeahh!!!
Aye yo 50!!
Aye yo n____!
You told me what dem {?} gon' do
Now I see watchu mean
f___ tha police!!
Haha..
Yeah n____, G-Unit South!!
Yeo!!