My Interview Young Buck

(feat. Dion)

[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 down

[Verse 1:]
Damn right I'm sippin syrup
Flipping birds to get what I deserve
And I hear the same things that you heard
Like "50 kicked him out" or "Buck sniff coke"
Or "he flips out", it's too late the whole world know what I be bout
But I do make mistakes like any other man
Shit I recoup off a album nigga quicker than you can
It ain't me it's the streets and I practice what I preach
I got beef in the club 1 deep in south beach
Am I loyal? Dr Dre can answer that for ya
The hood we ain't fighting for no oil
We fighting for life, niggas can't afford lawyers
If you ain't been on ya block, I'm going there 4 ya
You open up a casket of a thug who was born a bastard
50 birds with a bucket full of battery acid
They watching you, they goin wait for me
Street 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 to
Muthafucker 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 me