Young Buck Lyrics

Album: Straight Outta Ca$hville

Look At Me Now Lyrics

(feat. Mr. Porter)

 [Young Buck:]

 You Know, Growin Up In The Hood,

 Is Gon' Do All Kinds Of Thangs, Ya Heard?

 Some Of Its Good, Some Of Its Bad, 

 But The Things You Go Through In Life, Make You Who You Are

 Look At Me Now!

 

 [Mr. Porter:]

 From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong

 Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone

 And You Say'd I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving You Wrong

 N They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them So

 I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On

 It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know

 How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown

 Im A Young Buck, But Still Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoe

 

 [Young Buck:]

 I Still Remember Them Nights Under The Street Lights

 Fiends Don't Give A Damn, They Want Who Got The Cheap Price

 I'm Trying To Get Right, Get It And Go

 You See People Is Dyin' Fast, And The Money Is Slow

 We Used To Hang In Front Of The Store

 Flag Down Cars To Be A Movie Star, Go Get A Glass Jar

 Once You Cook It And Cut It Homie, Go Stand Out In Public

 See The Work Sell's Itself, If Ya Got Enough Of It

 Plenty Thugs Get Shot, But See Its 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

 And I'm Still Hood, That Mean I Still Cook

 Get On The Block And Go Get Mine, Like You Should

 How Can I Be Good? When Rappers Wanna Be Suge

 Suroundin' Myself With Family, So I Can Sleep Good

 

 [Mr. Porter:]

 From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong

 Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone

 And You Say'd I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving You Wrong

 N They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them So

 I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On

 It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know

 How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown

 Im A Young Buck, But Still Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes

 

 [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, Its Just Me And Some Ted's

 We Cuttin Heads Doin Whatever To Buy A Lump Of Bread

 The Hot Beat Faces, I Really Loved It

 To Blow 50 G's, And Don't Think Nothing Of It

 We Show Love, But Won't Get No Loved Show'd Back

 Whoa Kimosabi, What Part Of The Game Is That?

 This A Fact, And My War Wounds On Me Can Prove It

 But Look How You Made Me, Go And Show Ya I Can Do It

 I Sollomly Swear To Hold It Down For My Homeboy

 Locked Up And Don't Know If They Ev'a Coming Home Boy

 Time's Keep Tickin', Another Baby Is Born 

 Thats Gon' Go Through The Same Stuff 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 Da Now

 

 [Mr. Porter:]

 From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong

 Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone

 And You Say'd I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving You Wrong

 N They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them So

 I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On

 It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know

 How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown

 Im A Young Buck, But Still Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes

 

 [Young Buck:]

 Now Everybody Got They Hand Out

 Crackhead Willin' Spit These Millions Till They Ran'd Out

 Shorty Don't Wanna Holla Now, Cuz Her Man Out

 But Just Last Week I Couldnt Get It Out Her Damn Mouth

 No Where To Go, Look Like Im Stuck In These Bricks

 Seems Like The Good Die Young, The Bad Get Rich Quick

 Enough Of This Lemme Take You To A Whole Nother Level

 It's Like Stopin The Police From Rollin' Through The Ghetto

 Ain't Nuthing Gettin Better, But The Bills Gotta Get Paid

 That Money Come Up Short Then Them Tecks Gotta Get Spray'd

 Everybody Gotta Grave, We Just Waitin To Go To It

 No Matter What We Do, We Still Gon' Go Through It 

 Some Say That I'm Heartless, And Don't Give A Damn

 They Wont Ever Understand Until They Get A Gram

 This Who I Am, Not Who I Wanna Be

 Open Up Your Eyes And See, What These Streets Have Done To Me

 

 [Mr. Porter:]

 From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong

 Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone

 And You Say'd I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving You Wrong

 N They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them So

 I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On

 It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know

 How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown

 Im A Young Buck, But Still Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes