The City Young Buck

[Intro]
Ayo man
I base this shit on real life, man
That's the only way motherfuckers gon' really fuck wit you, man
Young Buck

[Verse]
These penitentiary phone calls keep me elevated (Yeah)
My last two birthdays I didn't celebrate it (Come mon)
You see me on BET and MTV, holding it down for my town down in Tennessee (Ca$hville!)
I'm tryna make this shit as real as I can, so that my fans know that I'm not playin' (Yeah)
And I'm ain't sayin' I'm perfect, I'm just sayin' I'm worth it, a lotta rappers CDs I ain't even purchase (Aight)
Before I picked up the mic I grabbed me a Gat
And sold crack before I learned how to rap
Damn right I'mma glorify it, especially when I made it
Niggas died in this game that didn't know (Get money!) how to play it
Smoke blunts for the loved ones and pour out 40s
Pay bills and take care of they shorties (Yeah)
You don't know 'bout the hood, look what chu doin' to us
The white house probably full of straight shooters (Huh)
And everything else (Oh!)
We living for death, just waiting to die
Jadakiss asks why and me I say why
Look I ball 'fore I fall, at least I tired, that boy went out with a bang, he just opened up fire
Beneath this ski mask I don' closed my eyes, I'm tryna put a fucking hole in this guy
I knew right from wrong but my homeboy Bizz is gone
So lemme end this song and see who sent him home
Motherfuckers