[Young Buck]
You know.. growin up in the hood
You go through all kind 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]
And from the day I was born I`ve been hustlin strong
I`ve been strugglin since a child, now them days is gone
And niggaz said I wouldn`t do it now I`m provin `em wrong
And now they got their hands out like I owe them some
I ain`t got time for the bickerin and carryin on
It ain`t too much in the hood I don`t know
How many times do I have to say that I`m grown
That I`ma Young Buck and still enough to know when you niggaz is hoes
[Verse One: Young Buck]
I still remember them nights under the street light
Fiends don`t give a damn, they want who got the cheap price (AIGHT?)
I`m tryin to get right, get it in dough
You see people is dyin fast and the money is slow
We used to hang in front of the sto`, flag down cars
to be a movie star, go get a glass jar (woo!)
Once you cook it and cut it homey go stand out in public
See the work sell itself if you 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 ain`t different from that same lil` project figure
I done went with no lights and no water nigga
And I`m still hood, that mean I still could
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]
[Verse Two: Young Buck]
I would light me a cancer stick, thinkin how can I get
my momma out the bricks and my whole clique legit
Lil` Jimmy and the feds, it`s just me and some Teds
We cuttin heads, doin whatever to buy a loaf of bread (GIMME DAT)
The high speed chases, I really loved it
to blow 50 G`s and don`t thank nothin of it
We showed love but wasn`t no love showed back
Whoa Kemosabe (what happened) what part of the game is that?
It`s a fact and my war wounds on me can prove it
But look how you made me go and show you I can do it (FO` SHO`)
I solemnly swear to hold it down for my homeboys (WHAT?)
Locked up and don`t know if they ever comin home boy
Time keeps tickin, another baby`s born
that`s 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 crying, c`mon now
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Young Buck]
Now everybody got they hand out (whatchu want?)
Crackhead Willie spent his millions `til they ranned out
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 ha!)
Nowhere to go, look like I`m stuck in these bricks
Seem like the good die young, the bad get rich quick, enough of this
Let me take it to a whole `nother level (what?)
Like stoppin the po-lice from rollin through the ghetto (FO` SHO`)
Ain`t nuttin gettin better but the bills gotta be paid
And money come up short then them tecs gotta get sprayed (b-r-r-ap)
E`rybody got a grave, we just waitin to go to it
No matter what we do y`all we`re still gon` go through it
Some say that I`m heartless, and don`t give a damn
But they will never understand, until they get a gram
And this is who I am, not who I wanna be
Open up yo` eyes and see, what these streets done done to me
[Chorus]
