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young buck - laugh now, cry later lyrics

you look all around the world, it’s the same sh-t
i mean n-gg-s tryna eat, and it’s a drier than a motherf-cker out here right now
but real hood n-gg-s hold it down no matter what, ya heard (yeah!)
see the thing about a real n-gg- is
whatever a b-tch n-gg- do he could never stop that real n-gg-
see we should stand up for the haters right now
because those b-tch n-gg-s make the world go ’round (hahaha!)

yeah, you don’t have to f-ck with me ’cause i ain’t f-ckin’ witcha
i’m riding dirty with this work and my mother b-tchin’
40 cal. under my shirt and another pistol
f-ck a friend, all of ya’ll can get your issue
phone calls from the pen real n-gg-s witchu
they say they shed a couple tears ’cause a n-gg- miss you
avoiding hoes, no award shows
they been askin’ where his boy go
can he even pay his taxes?
only lord knows what he do to get his dough
let 50 tell ’em buck is jealous and the n-gg- broke
but we just seen him man, we hearin’ what the n-gg- wrote (hey!)
that n-gg-‘s ballin’ even if he’s sniffin’ c-ke (fa’ sho)
they prayin’ on my downfall tryna set me broke (f-ck!)
but what a n-gg- come from i don’t think they know (nah)
p-ssy n-gg-s in the game done turned on me (turned on me)
for the money and the fame, you gon’ learn homie
i pray to god for these…

[chorus:]
(haters, haters, haters, haters, haters)
they hatin’ me
(haters, haters, haters, haters, haters)
laugh now, cry later n-gg-
(haters, haters, haters, haters, haters)
they hatin’ me
(haters, haters, haters, haters, haters)
laugh now, cry later n-gg-

b-tch i was f-ckin’ her when she was f-ckin’ him (haha)
if you don’t wanna f-ck with me, then f-ck you then
dope boy in the streets hustlin’ again
you p-ssy n-gg-s wanna beef, we can get it in
black tall, hair wall, where your bangs at?
hit you with this sh-t and show you why he came back
hangin’ out of the window bustin’ on the freeway
i’m with my homie it was his quarter key way
if obama has a plan, where it at?
’cause it’s a drop and n-body know where it’s at
but in the south what we lose, we just get it back
we listen to scarface, he motivates blacks
then we make stacks
f-ck a cop, they can die too
before you hide me b-tch, we gon’ hide you
these rappers don’t f-ck with the streets like i do
it’s all good, i’ll still stand beside you
i ain’t no…

(haters, haters, haters, haters, haters)
they hatin’ me
(haters, haters, haters, haters, haters)
laugh now, cry later n-gg-
(haters, haters, haters, haters, haters)
they hatin’ me
(haters, haters, haters, haters, haters)
laugh now, cry later n-gg-

don’t look at me cause i ain’t givin’ n-gg-s nothin’ else
show ’em love then they leave me by my f-cking self
my heart cold and i know it’ll never melt
i just gotta play the cards that a n-gg- dealt
[? ]
ridin’ dirty in a riddle with the wrong tags
presidential in the gutter when they doin’ bad
concentrate on what i got, f-ck what i had
dirty south on top and some n-gg-s mad
go take a trip to the fields and you can get your swag
yeah i’m glad they done kicked me out the f-ckin’ group
’cause now the world see i’m the motherf-ckin’ truth
got the streets like, d-mn homie what happened to you
i bet this conversation they tappin’ it too
i get paper
if you so major
your team ain’t sh-t without the number one playah
(we know that your’all)

- young buck lyrics

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