The City - Young Buck

Ayo man, I base this shit on real life man

That’s the only way mother fuckers gonna Really fuck wit you man!

YOUNG BUCK!

These penitentiary phone calls keep me elevated

My last two birthdays I didn’t celebrate it

You see me on BET and MTV.

Holding it down for my town down in Tennessee!

I’m trying make this shit as real as I can, so that my fans know that I’m not

playin'

And I’m not saying I’m perfect I’m just saying I’m worth it, alot of rappers

CDs i ain’t even purchase

Before I picked up the mic I grabbed me a Gat

And sold crack before I learned how to rap

Damn right imma glorify it, especially when I made it

Niggas died in this game that didn’t know how to play it

Smoke blunts for the loved ones and pour out 40s

Pay bills and take care of their shorties

You don’t know about the hood look what chu doing to us

The white house probably full wit straight shooters and everything else

We living for death, just waiting to die

Jadakiss asks why and me I say why!

To ball before I fall, at least I tired

That boy went out with a bang, he just opened up fire

Beneath this ski mask I done closed my eyes.

I’m tryna but a fucking hole in

this guy

I knew right from wrong but my homeboy bizz is gone

So lemme end this song and see who sent him home.

MOTHERFUCKERS!!!