Hey if u hear me out thereI get down on my knees every night and say..( walk with meeee). Ahaha Im going to war im going to war(Young Buck)You never know when deaths coming All ya hear is gun shotsWhen kids get the runninOld ladys get off the blockWhen the pop hit the truck music comes to a stopNiggaz get on the floor with their front doors lockedWho Winges with side rims the only thang on the streetsPeople act like they don't know who did it but they know its meEverydays a death threat but I aint dead yetSo I gone put a hole in a nigga from the Nicks atDon't know why I slip backJust know where my cheque at It's the first of the monthMy bitch aint got a cheque yetDuey left me in California I don't respect thatI love you to much to beef so ima except thatBut ima just step back, and focus on buckAint ridin in yours im bout to buy my own truckGotta try my own luck get rich or die tryin Its gunit till im gone god knows I aint lying nigga.(Chorus) x2First there was 2 sets of footprints in the sandThen there was 1 set of foot prints in the sandWhen times get hard and shit hits the fan God don't walk with me he carry me man(Young Buck) you don't know wat I been throughTo get wat I aint gotIf u look through a scopeYou couldn't hit wat I aint shotCouldn't flip without a copCouldn't tip without a topTie murder you all talk like the trip without a glockWhen you holla gunit on some other shitYou need to do the research and see who u fken withI smoke all u weed up gone run up ur beezaYour baby muma want me I aint want that skeezaShe scratched my beema but I aint seen herWhen I catch the bitch ima gangsta lean her'.WOWWe be playin in them videos with them pretty hoesCans looked in the key bitches and new york city hoesThey learned it from lipped kin to lit back titty showIm the king of the south this is how it really goesLord knows I keep all my dup frowsAs long as the check comes then fck the award showsYou know me nigga(Chorus) x2First there was 2 sets of footprints in the sandThen there was 1 set of foot prints in the sandWhen times get hard and shit hits the fan God don't walk with me he carry me manHalf of these kids never read the bibleBut they cant tell you how to kill a man better than I do The reason they fcked up they all been lied toI know wat it feels like when a nigga misguides youMy mums stay in the projects when Id been have no moneyI would bought her a house but she told me she aint want itRight then I understood that the hoods in my bloodSo I holla k-hill let them know where im fromNiggas know I got a gun when I come to the clubAnd if it go down you better tell yap ppl the doorWhy should I slow downI just got started talkingand honest way to the bullets start hoppin out the coffinI come to get It poppin prey to god the news watchinSo when they see'em is niggas they know who got emWe came from the bottom to the topFrom hookies to a dropAnd killa be killed is tha attitude I got(Chorus) x2First there was 2 sets of footprints in the sandThen there was 1 set of foot prints in the sandWhen times get hard and shit hits the fan God don't walk with me he carry me manI know u preyin I get killed niggaHe who fears death is in denile50 told u niggasYoung buck showed u niggasBanks free yayoTell them bitch ass niggas put their vests on IM HERE NOW