Young Buck - Look At Me Now (feat. Mr Porter) Lyrics
[Young Buck]You Know, Growin Up In The Hood,Goin Thru All Kinds Of Thangs, Ya Heard?Some Of Its Good, Some Of Its Bad,But The Things You Go Through In Life,Make You Who You AreLook At Me Now![Mr. Porter]From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n StrongI Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is GoneAnd Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em WrongNow They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them SomeI Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying OnIt Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't KnowHow Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And GrownIm With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes[Young Buck]I Still Remember Them Nights Under The Street LightsFiends Don't Give A Damn, They Want Who Got The Cheap PriceI'm Trying To Get Right, Get It And GoYou See People Is Dyin' Fast, And The Money Is SlowWe Used To Hang In Front Of The StoreFlag Down Cars To Be A Movie Star, Go Get A Glass JarOnce You Cook It And Cut It Homie, Go Stand Out In PublicSee The Work Sell's Itself, If Ya Got Enough Of ItPlenty Thugs Get Shot, But See Its All In The GameEven I Took A Couple Of 'Em, But Still I RemainI Aint Dippin From That Same Lead Project Figga'I Done Went With No Lights, And No Water NiggaAnd I'm Still Hood, That Mean I Still CookGet On The Block And Go Get Mine, Like You ShouldHow Can I Be Good? When Rappers Wanna Be Shuge'Suroundin' Myself With Family, So I Can Sleep Good[Mr. Porter]From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n StrongI Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is GoneAnd Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em WrongNow They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them SomeI Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying OnIt Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't KnowHow Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And GrownIm With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes[Young Buck]I Would Light Me A Cancer Stick, Thinkin How Can I GetMy Momma Out The Bricks, And My Whole Click LegitLil Jimmy In The Fed's, Its Just Me And Some Ted'sWe Cuttin Heads Doin Whatever To Buy A Lump Of BreadThe Hot Beat Faces, I Really Loved ItTo Blow 50 G's, And Don't Think Nothing Of ItWe Show Love, But Won't Get No Loved Show'd BackWhoa Kimosabi, What Part Of The Game Is That?This A Fact, And My War Wounds On Me Can Prove ItBut Look How You Made Me, Go And Show Ya I Can Do ItI Sollomly Swear To Hold It Down For My HomeboyLocked Up And Don't Know If They Eva Coming Home BoyTime's Keep Tickin', Another Baby Is BornThats Gon' Go Through The Same Stuff I Went Through, And MoreYou Wonder Why I Hustle, My Life's On The LineMy Baby Gotta Have Milk When She Cryin', Come On Da Now[Mr. Porter]From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n StrongI Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is GoneAnd Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em WrongNow They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them SomeI Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying OnIt Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't KnowHow Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And GrownIm With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes[Young Buck]Now Everybody Got They Hand OutCrackhead Willin' Spit These Millions Till They Ran'd OutShorty Don't Wanna Holla Now, Cuz Her Man OutBut Just Last Week I Couldnt Get It Out Her Damn MouthNo Where To Go, Look Like Im Stuck In These BricksSeems Like The Good Die Young, The Bad Get Rich QuickEnough Of This Lemme Take You To A Whole 'Nother LevelIt's Like Stopin The Police From Rollin' Through The GhettoAin't Nuthing Gettin Better, But The Bills Gotta Get PaidThat Money Come Up Short Then Them Tecks Gotta Get Spray'dErrybody Gotta Grave, We Just Waitin To Go To ItNo Matter What We Do, We Still Gon' Go Through ItSome Say That I'm Heartless, And Don't Give A DamnThey Wont Ever Understand Until They Get A GramThis Who I Am, Not Who I Wanna BeOpen Up Your Eyes And See, What These Streets Did Done To Me[Mr. Porter]From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n StrongI Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is GoneAnd Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em WrongNow They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them SomeI Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying OnIt Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't KnowHow Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And GrownIm With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes
