Young Buck - Laugh Now, Cry Later lyrics

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Young Buck - Laugh Now, Cry Later lyrics

[Intro] You look all around the world, it's the same sh** I mean n***as tryna eat, and it's a drier than a motherf**er out here right now But real hood n***as hold it down no matter what, ya heard (yeah!) See the thing about a real n***a is Whatever a b**h n***a do he could never stop that real n***a See we should stand up for the haters right now Because those b**h n***as make the world go 'round (Hahaha!) [Verse 1] Yeah, you ain't gotta f** with me cause I ain't f**in' witcha I'm ridin' dirty with this work and my mother b**hin' 40 cal. under my shirt and another pistol f** a friend, all of ya'll can come and get your issue Phone calls from the pen real n***as witchu They say they shed a couple tears cause a n***a miss you Avoiding hoes, no award shows They been askin' where that 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***a broke But we just seen him man, we hearin' what the n***a wrote (hey!) That n***a ballin' even if he is sniffin' coke (fa' sho) They prayin' on my downfall tryna set me broke (f**!) But what a n***a come from I don't think they know (nah) p**y n***as in the game and they turned on me (turned on me) For the money and the fame, you gon' learn homie I pray to god for these... [Hook] (Haters, haters, haters, haters, haters) They hatin' me (Haters, haters, haters, haters, haters) Laugh now, cry later n***a (Haters, haters, haters, haters, haters) They hatin' me (Haters, haters, haters, haters, haters) Laugh now, cry later n***a [Verse 2] b**h I was f**in' her when you was f**in' him (Haha) If you don't wanna f** with me, then ho f** you then Dope boy on the streets hustlin' again You p**y n***as wanna beef, we can get it in Black tall, hair wall, where your bangs at? Hit you with this sh** 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 got a plan, n***a where it at? Cause it's a drop and don't nobody know where it's at But in the south what we lose, we just get it back We listen to scarface, he motivate blacks Then we make stacks And f** a cop, they can die too Before you hide me b**h, we gon' hide you These rappers don't f** with the streets like I do It's all good, I'mma still stand beside you I ain't no... [Hook] (Haters, haters, haters, haters, haters) They hatin' me (Haters, haters, haters, haters, haters) Laugh now, cry later n***a (Haters, haters, haters, haters, haters) They hatin' me (Haters, haters, haters, haters, haters) Laugh now, cry later n***a [Verse 3] Don't look at me cause I ain't givin' n***as nothin' else Show 'em love then they leave me by my f**in' self My heart cold and I know it'll never melt I just gotta play the cards that a n***a dealt ? Ridin' dirty in a riddle with the wrong tags Presidential in the gutter when they doin' bad Concentrate on what I got, f** what I had Dirty south is on top and some n***as 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**in' group Cause now the world see that I'm the motherf**in' truth Got the streets like, damn homie what happened to you? I bet this conversation now they probably tappin' it too I get paper If you so major Your team ain't sh** without the number one playah! (We know that you're all) [Hook] (Haters, haters, haters, haters, haters) They hatin' me (Haters, haters, haters, haters, haters) Laugh now, cry later n***a (Haters, haters, haters, haters, haters) They hatin' me (Haters, haters, haters, haters, haters) Laugh now, cry later n***a