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I'm Out Here

[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

[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!

Date Added: 2018-08-20
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