Young Buck Feat. Mr. Porter Look At Me Now lyrics

You know, growin' up in the hood
Is gon' do all kinds of thangs, ya heard?
Some of it's good, some of it's bad
But the things you go through in life, make you who you are
Look at me now!

From the day I was born, I've been hustlin' strong
I been strugglin' since a child, now them days is gone
And you said I wouldn't do it, but I'm proving you wrong
And they got they hands out like I owe them so
I ain't got time for the bickering, and carrying on
It ain't too much into who I don't know
How many times do I have to sit in and groan?
I'm a young buck, but still enough to know when you niggas is hoes

I still remember them nights under the street lights
Friends 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 it's all in the game
Even I took a couple of 'em, but still I remain
I ain't 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
Surroundin' myself with family, so I can sleep good

From the day I was born, I've been hustlin' strong
Been strugglin' since a child, now them days is gone
And you said I wouldn't do it, but I'm proving you wrong
And they got they hands out like I owe them so
I ain't got time for the bickering and carrying on
It ain't too much into who I don't know
How many times do I have to sit in and groan?
I'm a young buck, but still enough to know when you niggas is hoes

I would light me a cancer stick, thinkin' how can I get
My momma out the bricks, and my whole click legit
Little Jimmy in the fed's, it's just me and some ted's
We cuttin' heads doin' whatever to buy a lump of bread
The high speed chases, 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 showed 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 solemnly swear to hold it down for my homeboy
Locked up and don't know if they ev'a coming home boy
Times keep tickin', another baby's 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

From the day I was born, I've been hustlin' strong
Been strugglin' since a child, now them days is gone
And you said I wouldn't do it, but I'm proving you wrong
And they got they hands out like I owe them so
I ain't got time for the bickering, and carrying on
It ain't too much into who I don't know
How many times do I have to sit in and groan?
I'm a young buck, but still enough to know when you niggas is hoes

Now everybody got they hand out
Crack head willin' spit these millions till they ranned out
Shorty don't wanna holla now becuz her man out
But just last week I couldn't get it out her damn mouth
No where to go, look like I'm stuck in these bricks
Seems like the good die young, the bad get rich quick
Enough of this lemme take you to a whole another level
It's like stopin' the police from rollin' through the ghetto

Ain't nuthing gettin' better, but the bills gotta be paid
That money come up short then them ticks gotta get sprayed
Everybody gotta a grave, we just waitin' to go to it
No matter what we do y'all, we still gon' go through it
Some say that I'm heartless, and don't give a damn
But they won't 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

From the day I was born, I've been hustlin' strong
Been struggling' since a child, now them days is gone
And you said I wouldn't do it, but I'm proving you wrong
And they got they hands out like I owe them so
I ain't got time for the bickering, and carrying on
It ain't too much into who I don't know
How many times do I have to sit in and groan?
I'm a young buck, but still enough to know when you niggas is hoes