intro:yeah,it's my time man,i mean you should just open up the door for a real nigga,you know,roll out the motherfucking carpet for a nigga like me,let's go i guess i gotta kick the motherfucking door downverse 1:Damn right I'm sippin syrupflipping birds to get what I deserveAnd I hear the same things that you heardlike "50 kicked him out" or "Buck sniff coke"or "he flips out", it's too late the whole world know what I be boutBut I do make mistakes like any other manShit I recoup off a album nigga quicker than you canIt ain't me it's the streets and I practice what I preachI got beef in the club 1 deep in south beachAm I loyal? Dr Dre can answer that for yaThe hood we ain't fighting for no oilwe fighting for life, niggaz can't afford lawyersIf you ain't been on ya block, I'm going there 4 yayou open up a casket of a thug who was born a bastard50 birds with a bucket full of battery acidThey watching you, they goin wait for mestreet nigga for real, what can you take from me?chorus:It ain't nothing I ain't been through Seen the evil shit that men do(so this ain't nothing to me)givin money wasn't meant toMuthafucker 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 niggas real bitches go way from here (fo sho)i know u ain't nothing u can't take from meverse 2:Abel was the youngest and Kane was the oldestKane had the money but Abel stayed focusedGOD came around and Abel got closestKane got jealous and started showing his emotionsAll he had to do was do right from the jumpHe had a head start, GOD put him in frontyou see a man heart when his kids need lunchsee who you really are, see if you can take a punchthe dope going up, rap sales going downThe south ain't fucking with it, if Buck ain't aroundyeah,I'm in the projects right now, the booth in the bathroomThe engineer half dope dealer half goonMilitant, taking rap where it ain't never beenI told niggaz back then bitch let me inThey watching you, they going wait for medopeboy for real, what can you take from mechorus:It ain't nothing I ain't been through Seen the evil shit that men do(so this ain't nothing to me)givin money wasn't meant toMuthafucker 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 niggas real bitches go way from here (fo sho)i know u ain't nothing u can't take from meoutro: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 looseit can't be feared to ya uniforment juicebut throught the heart and soul of the truthwith Soulja in the boothi bring it to you and meyeah i had my hands and nose in the Dthe projects like jail and i wanted to be freethe game got send me kept me out the penitentiarymade a decission as a child???already giveninnever left the dirt wich i was birthspiritual young mendon't know the last time i was in churchbut i do know i'm here for somethingif you can't see and i know you hear come in, all a boardwe got room for you, to who u make concern,Young Buck,"my intervieuw"(4 times till fade out)
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