Young Buck - I'm Out Here lyrics
Young Buck [David Darnell Brown] ashville, Tennessee, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Young Buck - I'm Out Here lyrics]
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
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
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
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'
OG'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
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
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!
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
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
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
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'
OG'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
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
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!