Young Buck - The City lyrics

Ayo man, I base this sh** on real life man That’s the only way mother f**ers gonna Really f** 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 sh** 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 n***as 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 d**h, 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 f**ing 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. MOTHERfu*kERS!!!!