[Intro: Young Buck]
Ayo where my gangstas at n***a?
All my n***as that don' di it before, bust yo motherfuckin' gun
There's a couple n***as out here talkin' shit
I'm about to kill 2 birds with one stone

[Verse 1: Young Buck]
I can see you scared homie, shakin' in ya TV interviews
A cold thing what that n***a 50 done did to you (Yeah)
You desperate
Searching for a friend, a helping hand, neglected, not from only ours, from Em fans (Ha ha)
Respected, it's over when the streets don't want ya
Ya homies done told ya "Ya know you done fucked up don't ya?" (Look at cha)
And we ain't met yet but them n***as you runnin' to
Probably done told ya what Buck say he gon' do (Yeah)
The funny thang it's takin' more time than I thought 'fore the Unit catch that ass in New York
Just when you think the beefs over and ya kick ya feet up
Them little bitty n***as pops up (G-Unit!) with heaters
Some thangs'll never change and war is one of them
Ya homeboy was strapped but ya died in front of him (C'mon)
G-Unit is the gang 'till I'm dead and gone
I'm 'bout to kill 2 birds with one stone
Follow me

[Interlude: Young Buck]
See n***as know I ain't from up there, man
N***as know I ain't from New York
N***as know I'm from Cashville Tenn-a-key
But n***as know I got a couple enemies around this motherfucker
Some n***as know I ain't havin' it, some n***as don't
All I'ma say is man, it's 'bout to go down, let's get it poppin'
[Verse 2: Young Buck]
Now let me explain somethin' 'cause n***as is straight frontin'
This Shyne n***a really must think it's a game or somethin' (Yeah)
I first heard 50 talkin' 'bout he would fuck with him
My homeboy asked Shyne to see what was up wit him (Remember that?)
A couple of weeks passed
I asked him "have you heard from the cat"?
He said "Nah who knows, the n***a might not call back" (Come on!)
On my way to Jacob 'bout to pick up my chain
I hear Shyne on the radio the shit that he sayin' (What!)
Ain't addin' up to what the fuck my ears just heard
Right before you start talkin' to Irv (Fuck them n***as!)
See before you meet the general you gotta kill the frontline
Couldn't get rich so you'll probably die tryin'
And I ain't tryna battle you n***a I'm just revealin' the truth
No matter how many verses you do, coward I'm through (N***a)
On your release date when you come home
Sean, he probably tell ya that Buck killed 2 birds with one stone

[Outro: Young Buck]
This shit crazy man
You n***as is fuckin' crazy man
You n***as is hidin' behind these fuckin'
TV cameras and radio interviews and shit
This shit real over here, man
G-Unit n***a
And I'm through with this shit
[Interlude: Lloyd Banks]
Ayo what up man?, it's ya boy Lloyd Banks and right now ya tuned into the G-G-G-G-G-Unit radio, ya heard me?, with my homie
My motherfuckin' homie, DJ Whoo Kid from Sirius Satellite Radio
Give me the fuckin' money on me n***a