Young Buck

Young Buck - I'm Out Here lyrics

rate me

What everybody looking at me for

I mean

I'm out here just like you nigga

Shit

You ain't got shit

I ain't got shit

That don't mean we ain't the shit

Rain pours when I open up the Range doors

The young boys slang caine on they front porch

Show 'em love, Let em know they ain't playin' with' 'em

Ya homies locked up

You might be stayin' with' 'em

Act like you don't know they hate us

They make us tax payers

And then Section 8 us

White lady but she had a black baby

A nigga fell in love and we look at her crazy

We all got guns

And so do Dick Cheney

They trick on hoes

I make my bitch pay me

These are the things that they scream

As I lean to the left by myself with no team

Tell the kids to go to school

They tell me they ain't breakin' no rules

'Cause when the bell rings then it's back to no food

They have no clue what we goin' through

You need a 100 to fill up what I'm supposed to do

Nigga

You too

You in my ear but it's money out here

And I'm always here

When none of ya'll here

Which one of ya'll scared

(Which one of ya'll scared)

OK!

Cause you said let's get this bread and I did

Shit I wanna do it big

And I just can't wait

So you gotta live with the decisions that you make

I'm gettin' cake

Let 'em hate

I'm a elevate

I sold my soul to the streets playa

It's too late

Sun rise

Gun fires

And another dies

Mother cries

Brother rides

Now it's two lives

You and I both know that that was suicide

Same shit would'a happened if you'da died

Thirty guns

Fifty deep

Ten niggas shootin'

O.G.'s keep your eyes on who you recrutin'

Back then they was ridin' and lootin'

You looking at the 2000 Huey P. Newton

True disciple

Swag like a I'll rookie

Ain't heard it like this since Pac

I might spook 'em

Chosen

You try'na be choosen

It's a white man's world

If we win, we losin'

Abusin' your blessin'

I'm givin' you a lesson

But it's goin' in the right ear and out the left one

I tell the kids education is the key

Then a student in Virginia goes on a killin' spree

Look at me

You in my ear but it's money out here

And I'm always here

When none of ya'll here

Which one of ya'll scared

(Which one of ya'll scared)

OK!

'Cause you said let's get this bread and I did

Shit I wanna do it big

And I just can't wait

So you gotta live with the decisions that you make

I'm gettin' cake

Let 'em hate

I'm a elevate

I sold my soul to the streets playa

It's too late

Ya'll know what to do right

Take care of what you got homie

I mean

You never know what you got 'til it's gone right

Do what you gotta do man

Support you and yours

God giveth

God taketh away

Young Buck!

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