Laugh Now, Cry Later - Young Buck

You look all around the world, it’s the same shit

I mean niggas tryna eat, and it’s drier than a motherfucker out here right now

But real hood niggas hold it down no matter what, ya heard (yeah!)

See the thing about a real nigga is

Whatever a bitch nigga do he could never stop that real nigga

See we should stand up for the haters right now

Because those bitch niggas make the world go 'round (Hahaha!)

Yeah, you ain’t gotta fuck with me cause I ain’t fuckin' witcha

I’m ridin' dirty with this work and my mother picture

40 cal.

under my shirt and another pistol

Fuck a friend, all of ya’ll can come and get your issue

Phone calls from the pen real niggas witchu

They say they shed a couple tears cause a nigga 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 it Buck is jealous and the nigga broke

But we just seen him man, we hearin' what the nigga wrote (hey!)

That nigga ballin' even if he is sniffin' coke (fa' sho)

They prayin' on my downfall tryna say I’m broke (fuck!)

But what a nigga come from I don’t think they know (nah)

Pussy niggas 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…

(Haters, haters, haters, haters, haters)

They hatin' me

(Haters, haters, haters, haters, haters)

Laugh now, cry later nigga

(Haters, haters, haters, haters, haters)

They hatin' me

(Haters, haters, haters, haters, haters)

Laugh now, cry later nigga

Bitch I was fuckin' her when you was fuckin' him (Haha)

If you don’t wanna fuck with me, then ho fuck you then

Dope boy on the streets hustlin' again

You pussy niggas wanna beef, we can get it in

Black tall, hair wall, where your bangs at?

Hit you with this shit 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 Quay

If Obama got a plan, nigga where it at?

Cause it’s a drought 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 Fuck a cop, they can die too

Before you hide me bitch, we gon' hide you

These rappers don’t fuck with the streets like I do

It’s all good, I’mma still stand beside you

I ain’t no…

(Haters, haters, haters, haters, haters)

They hatin' me

(Haters, haters, haters, haters, haters)

Laugh now, cry later nigga

(Haters, haters, haters, haters, haters)

They hatin' me

(Haters, haters, haters, haters, haters)

Laugh now, cry later nigga

Don’t look at me cause I ain’t givin' niggas nothin' else

Show 'em love then they leave me by my fuckin' self

My heart cold and I know it’ll never melt

I just gotta play the cards that a nigga dealt

Ridin' dirty in a rental with the wrong tags

Presidential in the gutter when they doin' bad

Concentrate on what I got, fuck what I had

Dirty south is on top and some niggas mad

Go take a trip to the fields and you can get your swag

Yeah I’m glad they done kicked me out the fuckin' group

Cause now the world see that I’m the motherfuckin' 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 shit without the number one playa!

(We know that you’re all)

(Haters, haters, haters, haters, haters)

They hatin' me

(Haters, haters, haters, haters, haters)

Laugh now, cry later nigga

(Haters, haters, haters, haters, haters)

They hatin' me

(Haters, haters, haters, haters, haters)

Laugh now, cry later nigga