Young Buck
Intro
*Talking In The Background*UhThe streets of my city be grittyYoung niggaz pack plenty, and ain't never show no pityMany die on streets of concrete, blasted from the heatFrom under the seat, niggaz just tryin' to make ends meatTrying to eat, day to day livin' with no religionLuxury cars, and this money got my full attentionSchool teachers and the preachers don't know what to teach usThey don't get a second look without them ghetto featuresCreated so the non pigmentated ratedPornographic caught they children learn the words and say itSave the monsters, but don't nobody know the lordStatus depends on the baddest shit you can affordAnd look at me I'm in the middle of the confusionCrime in my blood and I need a transfusionTake it how you want to take itI gotta twist and break itMake it shine to distinguish from the ones who fake itand if it comes out raw, and uncontrollableMoney's foldable, fuck a hip-hop quoteableNobody felt what I was feeling when I wrote this shitBroke this shit, but that ain't new so I can cope with thisHope it get better for those who don't get a chanceTo advance, and dig the shit I be sayingYou know what might make what I say a little clearerIf mothafuckers judge the one they see in the mirror*Talking till the End*
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