[Young Buck] n***a.....G-Unit!!!!!!! [Buck] I never knew this rap sh**, could have a n***a beefin wit his own homeboy. u know? sh** f**ed up, but this how it goes. [Verse] I came up, I did my thang. This is so real I ain't sayin no names./ Started wit a dream like MArtin Luther King, till the FED's came sayin my whole f**in team./ Switched my game up, started from the bottom. My Daughter on the way I don't need these problems./ Find me a new job, I wanna rap. So i got myself a new squad. Got out the trap./ Didn't have too many n***az ridin wit me then. But now everybody wanna ride in my Benz./ This one n***a that i called a friend of mine. He was really right there when I didn't have a dime./ But i stayed on the grind, waited in the line. Thinkin that we'd both get rich in due time./ My blessing came and people started to listen. It's G-Unit now so i put him in position/ To ride wit a n***a, and make his own bread. Can't give him the world, but hell i did what i can./ He got a lil man that he called his artist. I took him right in like damn let's start this./ Brought him round 50 to show him what he got. He looked at me quickly and said he was hot./ We was on our way, striaght to the top. But my homeboy feel like his man need to drop./ His frustration kicks in, now here we go. My homeboy feelin like i owe a lil mo./ Meanwhile this the first week my album out. sh** my own damn Mama didn't have a house./ Stay focused the way i post this. When the lights on, you can see the roaches./ sh** got bad, my homeboy really got mad. Cuz he started losing everything that he had./ nobody to blame but who else. Guess Who? He started sending threats sayin what he gon do./ Now I can't live around this beef stuff. This ain't New York, my city ain't big enough./ So I'm lookin for my homeboy wit guns and sh**. Askin the lord how did it come to this./ There he goes right there with his toy soldiers. i'm all by myself let's get this over./ Dawg down on the whole crowd, don't nobody move. Where my homeboy at, what he say he gon do?/ Outta nowhere, my homeboy show his face. But one of his soldiers pull a gun from his waist/ I started to shoot, but i looked in his eyes. And then i realized that he ddin't wanna die./ So it's back to my homeboy, what's up now? He like damn Buck you really actin f**ed up now./ I'm like naaaah, n***az say you tryna k** me. Glock still out nobody getitn near me./ A car door opens, and who do i see? My homeboy artist who was down with me./ He holla put ya guns down, and put ya hands up. I wan't thinkin I just f**ed ya man up./ Picked up my strap, hopped in my 'Lac Truck. Told my homeboy, ya man's an act up./ Weeks went by, and we got back cool. First it's shame on them, then it's shame on you./ Cuz these same old dues that i let back round, doin all kindsa sh** behind my back now./ Wanna sleep wit the enemy than make some noise. But this how it go in teh streets, when u war witcha homeboy. [Hook] They smilin in your face. But all the time they wanna take your place. Backstabbers, backstabbers. They smilin in your face, all the time they wanna take your place. Backstabbers, backstabbers.