I'm Out Here

Young Buck

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    [INTRO: Talking]
    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

    [VERSE:]
    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

    [CHORUS:]
    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

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    [VERSE:]
    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

    [CHORUS:]
    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

    [OUTRO: Talking]
    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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