Young Buck - My Interview lyrics

(feat. Dion) [Intro:] Yeah, it's my time man, I mean you should just open up the door for a real n***a, you know, roll out the motherf**ing carpet for a n***a like me, let's go I guess I gotta kick the motherf**ing door down [Verse 1:] Damn right I'm sippin syrup Flipping birds to get what I deserve And I hear the same things that you heard Like "50 kicked him out" or "Buck sniff coke" Or "he flips out", it's too late the whole world know what I be bout But I do make mistakes like any other man sh** I recoup off a album n***a quicker than you can It ain't me it's the streets and I practice what I preach I got beef in the club 1 deep in south beach Am I loyal? Dr Dre can answer that for ya The hood we ain't fighting for no oil We fighting for life, n***as can't afford lawyers If you ain't been on ya block, I'm going there 4 ya You open up a casket of a thug who was born a ba*tard 50 birds with a bucket full of battery acid They watching you, they goin wait for me Street n***a for real, what can you take from me? [Chorus:] It ain't nothing I ain't been through Seen the evil sh** that men do(so this ain't nothing to me) Givin money wasn't meant to Muthaf**er we ain't been cool(no that say nothin to me) So when the smoke clears(I'mma be here) I shed no tears(unless u here) Real n***as real b**hes go way from here (fo sho) I know u ain't nothing u can't take from me [Verse 2:] Abel was the youngest and Kane was the oldest Kane had the money but Abel stayed focused GOD came around and Abel got closest Kane got jealous and started showing his emotions All he had to do was do right from the jump He had a head start, GOD put him in front You see a man heart when his kids need lunch See who you really are, see if you can take a punch The dope going up, rap sales going down The south ain't f**ing with it, if Buck ain't around Yeah, I'm in the projects right now, the booth in the bathroom The engineer half dope dealer half goon Militant, taking rap where it ain't never been I told n***as back then b**h let me in They watching you, they going wait for me Dopeboy for real, what can you take from me [Chorus:] It ain't nothing I ain't been through Seen the evil sh** that men do(so this ain't nothing to me) Givin money wasn't meant to Muthaf**er we ain't been cool(no that say nothin to me) So when the smoke clears(I'mma be here) I shed no tears(unless u here) Real n***as real b**hes go way from here (fo sho) I know u ain't nothing u can't take from me [Outro:] Ok, let me talk to the streets, words I speak make those? rocks? rely six feet, we call it the truth, it makes a caged man wish he was loose It can't be feared to ya uniforment juice But throught the heart and soul of the truth With Soulja in the booth I bring it to you and me Yeah I had my hands and nose in the D The projects like jail and I wanted to be free The game got send me kept me out the penitentiary Made a decission as a child? already givenin Never left the dirt wich I was birth Spiritual young men Don't know the last time I was in church But I do know I'm here for something If you can't see and I know you hear come in, all a board We got room for you, to who u make concern, Young Buck, "my intervieuw" [x4: till fade out]