[INTRO: Talking]
What everybody looking at me for
I mean

I'm out here just like you ^!$$%
%#@!
You ain't got %#@!

I ain't got %#@!
That don't mean we ain't the %#@!


[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 ^!$$% 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 (*##$ 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
^!$$%
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

%#@! 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 %#@! would'a happened if you'da died

Thirty guns
Fifty deep
Ten ^!$$%s 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
%#@! 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!