Young Buck

Young Buck - My Interview lyrics

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Yeah, it's my time man, I mean you should just open up the door for a real nigga, you know, roll out the motherfucking carpet for a nigga like me, let's go I guess I gotta kick the motherfucking door down

Damn right I'm sippin syrup

Flipping birds to get what I deserve

And I hear the same things that you heard

Like "50 kicked him out" or "Buck sniff coke"

Or "he flips out", it's too late the whole world know what I be bout

But I do make mistakes like any other man

Shit I recoup off a album nigga quicker than you can

It ain't me it's the streets and I practice what I preach

I got beef in the club 1 deep in south beach

Am I loyal? Dr Dre can answer that for ya

The hood we ain't fighting for no oil

We fighting for life, niggaz can't afford lawyers

If you ain't been on ya block, I'm going there 4 ya

You open up a casket of a thug who was born a bastard

50 birds with a bucket full of battery acid

They watching you, they goin wait for me

Street nigga for real, what can you take from me?

It ain't nothing I ain't been through Seen the evil shit that men do(so this ain't nothing to me)

Givin money wasn't meant to

Muthafucker we ain't been cool(no that say nothin to me)

So when the smoke clears(I'mma be here)

I shed no tears(unless u here)

Real niggas real bitches go way from here (fo sho)

I know u ain't nothing u can't take from me

Abel was the youngest and Kane was the oldest

Kane had the money but Abel stayed focused

GOD came around and Abel got closest

Kane got jealous and started showing his emotions

All he had to do was do right from the jump

He had a head start, GOD put him in front

You see a man heart when his kids need lunch

See who you really are, see if you can take a punch

The dope going up, rap sales going down

The south ain't fucking with it, if Buck ain't around

Yeah, I'm in the projects right now, the booth in the bathroom

The engineer half dope dealer half goon

Militant, taking rap where it ain't never been

I told niggaz back then bitch let me in

They watching you, they going wait for me

Dopeboy for real, what can you take from me

It ain't nothing I ain't been through Seen the evil shit that men do(so this ain't nothing to me)

Givin money wasn't meant to

Muthafucker we ain't been cool(no that say nothin to me)

So when the smoke clears(I'mma be here)

I shed no tears(unless u here)

Real niggas real bitches go way from here (fo sho)

I know u ain't nothing u can't take from me

Ok, let me talk to the streets, words I speak make those? rocks? rely six feet, we call it the truth, it makes a caged man wish he was loose

It can't be feared to ya uniforment juice

But throught the heart and soul of the truth

With Soulja in the booth

I bring it to you and me

Yeah I had my hands and nose in the D

The projects like jail and I wanted to be free

The game got send me kept me out the penitentiary

Made a decission as a child? already givenin

Never left the dirt wich I was birth

Spiritual young men

Don't know the last time I was in church

But I do know I'm here for something

If you can't see and I know you hear come in, all a board

We got room for you, to who u make concern, Young Buck, "my intervieuw"

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