Laugh Now, Cry Later Young Buck

[Intro]
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!)

[Verse 1]
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...