Young Buck
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Look At Me Now Featuring Mr. Porter
[Intro: Young Buck]
You know,
Growin' up in The Hood,
You go through all kinds of thangs, ya heard?
Some of it's good some of it's bad,
But the thangs you go through in life,
Make you who you are,
Look at me now! [Chorus: Mr. Porter]
From the day I was born, I've been hustlin' strong,
I been strugglin' since a child, now them days is gone,
And niggas said I wouldn't do it, now i'm provin' 'em wrong,
An' they got they hands out like I owe them some,
I ain't got time for the bickerin', and carryin' on,
It aint too much in The Hood I don't know,
How many times do I have to sit in and groan?
Im'a Young Buck that's real enough to know when you niggas is hoes... [Verse 1: Young Buck]
I still remember them nights under the street lights (Yeah),
Fiends don't give a damn they want who got the cheap price (A'ight),
I'm tryin' to get right get it and go,
You see people is dyin' fast and the money is slow (Uh),
We used to hang in front of the store,
Flag down cars to be a movie star go get a glass jar (Whoa),
Once you cook it and cut it homie go stand out in public,
See the work sell itself if ya got enough of it (Fo'sho),
Plenty thugs been shot but see it's all in the game,
Even I took a couple of 'em but still I remain,
I aint dippin' from that same lead project figga,
I done went with no lights and no water nigga (C'mon),
And I'm still Hood (What), that mean I still cook,
Get on the block and get mine like you should (Yeah),
How can I be good, when rappers wanna be Suge?
Surroundin' myself with family, so I can sleep good... [Chorus: Mr. Porter]
From the day I was born, I've been hustlin' strong,
I been strugglin' since a child, now them days is gone,
And niggas said I wouldn't do it, now i'm provin' 'em wrong,
An' they got they hands out like I owe them some,
I ain't got time for the bickerin', and carryin' on,
It aint too much in The Hood I don't know,
How many times do I have to sit in and groan?
Im'a Young Buck that's real enough to know when you niggas is hoes... [Verse 2: Young Buck]
I would light me a cancer stick thinkin' how can I get,
My momma out the bricks and my whole click legit,
Lil Jimmy in the Fed's, It's just me and some Ted's,
We cuttin' heads doin' whatever to buy a loaf of bread (Gi'me dat, gi'me dat),
The high speed chases I really loved it,
To blow 50 G's, and don't think nothin' of it,
We show love, but won't get no lov showed back,
Whoa Kimosabi (What happened, what happened), what part of the game is that?
This a fact, an' my war wounds on me can prove it,
But look how you made me, go and show ya I can do it (Fo' Sho),
I sollomly swear to hold it down for my homeboy (What),
Locked up and don't know if they eva comin' home boy (BO!),
Time's keep tickin', another baby's born,
Thats gon' go through the same stuff that I went through and more,
You wonder why I hustle? My Life's on the line,
My baby gotta have milk when she cryin', come on Denaun... [Chorus: Mr. Porter]
From the day I was born, I've been hustlin' strong,
I been strugglin' since a child, now them days is gone,
And niggas said I wouldn't do it, now i'm provin' 'em wrong,
An' they got they hands out like I owe them some,
I ain't got time for the bickerin', and carryin' on,
It aint too much in The Hood I don't know,
How many times do I have to sit in and groan?
Im'a Young Buck that's real enough to know when you niggas is hoes... [Verse 3: Young Buck]
Now everybody got they hand out (What you want),
Crackhead willin' spit these millions 'till they ran'd out (Damn),
Shorty don't wanna holla now because her man out,
But just last week I couldn't get it out her damn mouth (Ha ha),
Nowhere to go, look like I'm stuck in these bricks,
Seems like the good die young, the bad get rich quick,
Enough of this le'me take you to a whole 'nother level (What),
It's like stopin' the police from rollin' through the ghetto (Fo' Sho),
Ain't nothin' gettin' better but the bills gotta be paid,
That money come up short then them tecks gotta get spray'd (Bbbbbbllat, bbbbbbllat),
Everybody gotta grave we just waitin' to go to it,
No matter what we do y'all we still gon' go through it (Go through it),
Some say that I'm heartless and don't give a damn,
But they won't ever understand (Uh) until they get a gram (C'mon),
This who I am, not who I wanna be,
Open up your eyes and see, what these streets did done to me... [Chorus: Mr. Porter]
From the day I was born, I've been hustlin' strong,
I been strugglin' since a child, now them days is gone,
And niggas said I wouldn't do it, now i'm provin' 'em wrong,
An' they got they hands out like I owe them some,
I ain't got time for the bickerin', and carryin' on,
It aint too much in The Hood I don't know,
How many times do I have to sit in and groan?
Im'a Young Buck that's real enough to know when you niggas is hoes...
You know,
Growin' up in The Hood,
You go through all kinds of thangs, ya heard?
Some of it's good some of it's bad,
But the thangs you go through in life,
Make you who you are,
Look at me now! [Chorus: Mr. Porter]
From the day I was born, I've been hustlin' strong,
I been strugglin' since a child, now them days is gone,
And niggas said I wouldn't do it, now i'm provin' 'em wrong,
An' they got they hands out like I owe them some,
I ain't got time for the bickerin', and carryin' on,
It aint too much in The Hood I don't know,
How many times do I have to sit in and groan?
Im'a Young Buck that's real enough to know when you niggas is hoes... [Verse 1: Young Buck]
I still remember them nights under the street lights (Yeah),
Fiends don't give a damn they want who got the cheap price (A'ight),
I'm tryin' to get right get it and go,
You see people is dyin' fast and the money is slow (Uh),
We used to hang in front of the store,
Flag down cars to be a movie star go get a glass jar (Whoa),
Once you cook it and cut it homie go stand out in public,
See the work sell itself if ya got enough of it (Fo'sho),
Plenty thugs been shot but see it's all in the game,
Even I took a couple of 'em but still I remain,
I aint dippin' from that same lead project figga,
I done went with no lights and no water nigga (C'mon),
And I'm still Hood (What), that mean I still cook,
Get on the block and get mine like you should (Yeah),
How can I be good, when rappers wanna be Suge?
Surroundin' myself with family, so I can sleep good... [Chorus: Mr. Porter]
From the day I was born, I've been hustlin' strong,
I been strugglin' since a child, now them days is gone,
And niggas said I wouldn't do it, now i'm provin' 'em wrong,
An' they got they hands out like I owe them some,
I ain't got time for the bickerin', and carryin' on,
It aint too much in The Hood I don't know,
How many times do I have to sit in and groan?
Im'a Young Buck that's real enough to know when you niggas is hoes... [Verse 2: Young Buck]
I would light me a cancer stick thinkin' how can I get,
My momma out the bricks and my whole click legit,
Lil Jimmy in the Fed's, It's just me and some Ted's,
We cuttin' heads doin' whatever to buy a loaf of bread (Gi'me dat, gi'me dat),
The high speed chases I really loved it,
To blow 50 G's, and don't think nothin' of it,
We show love, but won't get no lov showed back,
Whoa Kimosabi (What happened, what happened), what part of the game is that?
This a fact, an' my war wounds on me can prove it,
But look how you made me, go and show ya I can do it (Fo' Sho),
I sollomly swear to hold it down for my homeboy (What),
Locked up and don't know if they eva comin' home boy (BO!),
Time's keep tickin', another baby's born,
Thats gon' go through the same stuff that I went through and more,
You wonder why I hustle? My Life's on the line,
My baby gotta have milk when she cryin', come on Denaun... [Chorus: Mr. Porter]
From the day I was born, I've been hustlin' strong,
I been strugglin' since a child, now them days is gone,
And niggas said I wouldn't do it, now i'm provin' 'em wrong,
An' they got they hands out like I owe them some,
I ain't got time for the bickerin', and carryin' on,
It aint too much in The Hood I don't know,
How many times do I have to sit in and groan?
Im'a Young Buck that's real enough to know when you niggas is hoes... [Verse 3: Young Buck]
Now everybody got they hand out (What you want),
Crackhead willin' spit these millions 'till they ran'd out (Damn),
Shorty don't wanna holla now because her man out,
But just last week I couldn't get it out her damn mouth (Ha ha),
Nowhere to go, look like I'm stuck in these bricks,
Seems like the good die young, the bad get rich quick,
Enough of this le'me take you to a whole 'nother level (What),
It's like stopin' the police from rollin' through the ghetto (Fo' Sho),
Ain't nothin' gettin' better but the bills gotta be paid,
That money come up short then them tecks gotta get spray'd (Bbbbbbllat, bbbbbbllat),
Everybody gotta grave we just waitin' to go to it,
No matter what we do y'all we still gon' go through it (Go through it),
Some say that I'm heartless and don't give a damn,
But they won't ever understand (Uh) until they get a gram (C'mon),
This who I am, not who I wanna be,
Open up your eyes and see, what these streets did done to me... [Chorus: Mr. Porter]
From the day I was born, I've been hustlin' strong,
I been strugglin' since a child, now them days is gone,
And niggas said I wouldn't do it, now i'm provin' 'em wrong,
An' they got they hands out like I owe them some,
I ain't got time for the bickerin', and carryin' on,
It aint too much in The Hood I don't know,
How many times do I have to sit in and groan?
Im'a Young Buck that's real enough to know when you niggas is hoes...
