Laugh Now Cry Later (Explicit)-Young Buck

Eh yeh ain't gotta f**king me Cause i ain't f**king witcha I'm riding dirty with this work and my mother picture .40 cal under my shirt and another pistol F**k a friend all of yall come and get your issue Phone calls from a pen real niggas witcha They say they shed a couple tears cause a ni**a miss ya Avoiding hoe's, no award shows? they been asking Where the boy go, can he even pay his taxes? Only lord knows where he do to get the dough 50 tell it buck is jealous and the ni**a broke But we've just seen him, and we hearing what that ni**a wrote That ni**a ballin even if he is sniffin coke They planning on my downfall trying to sink my boat But what a ni**a come from i don't think they know Put some niggas in the game and they turned on me For the money and the fame, you gonna learn homie I pray to god for these hater Hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, Laugh now, cry later ni**a Hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, Laugh now, cry later ni**a Yeah b**ch I f**king her when you was f**king him If you don't wanna f**k with me then hoe f**k it then Dopeboy on the streets hustlin again You p**sy niggas wanna beef, we can get it in Black tar heron' where ya veins at? Hitchu with this sh*t and show you why I came back Hanging out the window bustin on the freeway I'm with my homie it was his quarter key qway If Obama got a plan ni**a where it at Cuz it's a drought, and 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 f**k the cops they can die too Before you hide me b**ch we gonna hide you These rappers don't f**k with the streets like i do It's all good Imma still stand beside you, I ain't no hater Hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, Laugh now, cry later ni**a Hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, Laugh now, cry later ni**a Don't look at me Cause i ain't giving niggas nothing else Show'em love and they leave me by my f**king self My heart cold and I know it will never melt I just gotta play the cards that a ni**a dealt Widen strips cut dawg through the whole day Riding dirty in a rental with the wrong tag Presidential in the gutter where they doing bad Concentrate on what I got, f**k what I had Dirty south is on top and some niggas mad Go take a trip to the field, you can get your swag Yeah I'm glad they kick me out the f**king group Cause now the world see I'm the mothaf**king truth Got the streets like dam homie what happen to you I bet this conversation now they probably tappin it too I get paper, if you so major Your team ain't sh*t without a number one playa We heard y'all Hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, Laugh now, cry later ni**a Hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, hater, Laugh now, cry later ni**a