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Nobody Cares Lyrics - Singles - Outlawz

[Kastro] (talking) 

Hmm, damn, I feel ya 

Turn, nope, don't nobody care 

These Outlawz feel y'all (yup) 

Yeah, don't nobody care 

Sometime it get like that (When it feel like don't nobody care) 

It seems like nobody care (nope, not nobody) 

I care though, listen 

 

[Kastro - Verse 1] 

I been so sick lately, bellyin and not achy 

These issues keep me with pistols for safety 

I got plans that the cops ain't included in 

And not a handcuff or shell could hold em in 

Right at the end of my road, who been there before? 

Now that I'm dead, it's like I've been dead before 

Same story, it's raw, I'm an outlaw 

A bread warhead, K-Dogg is a warrior 

And when I stand, I stand on my own two 

If I fall, I land on my own two 

A soldier, and it been like that 

Pac and Yak see us now and they could see all that 

Who really care? Fuck the tarry hair 

And the rest of the Outlawz was without a share 

Don't nobody care, just like I thought 

So I just stare at the world like I don't give a fuck 

 

[Napolean - Verse 2] 

I remember them days when it was dark outside 

The only thing I felt I had was my nuts and my pride 

I was different than them niggaz on the block sellin drugs 

But I was always with em, actin like a thug 

Runnin through the mud cause the cops was on us 

We just walkin home from school but they always on us 

It's like this, the streets is so lovely 

I love the streets, because the streets made me 

The ghetto seems so in peace 

Man, that I moved to the suburbs and there's more police 

Where I'm from, a fiend'll pack a gun 

Overton, Jersey the harder the slum 

But I made it up outta there, thanks to the Lord, kid 

But I'll never leave my box alone, nigga I swear (swear) 

And to the young kids wearin the streets do 

I know nobody don't care, but the Outlawz do (cause we do) 

 

[Chorus - Young Noble] 

We stack clips, glack licks in the air 

Smoke sticks on the stairs, dog, nobody care (nobody care) 

We shot the fear when everybody was there 

Beat each other half to death, but homie nobody care (nobody care) 

My momma wasn't there and my poppa wasn't there 

Couldn't find em anywhere cause nobody cared, yeah 

We split mills, pop pills and shit 

Ten on the floor, ten in the bed, damn, nobody care 

 

[Young Noble - Verse 3] 

Yo, hard times as a youngsta 

Scarred by the hunger, wonder 

How many gonna die this summer (die this summer) 

We loud like thunder roamin the strip 

Now everybody act cool, we approachin the vip (come on, come on) 

Smokin a stick, hit, cause we live for this (live for this) 

Just like shit is hard raisin kids in this 

I got 'Outlaw' tatted on my stomach and all (stomach and all) 

We can fight and hang out later like nothing is wrong 

Laise your Timms up tight cause the ride is rough (uh) 

You can tighten my cuffs, I'm still likin the cuffs (come on) 

Fuck this and that, cause I'mma get you back (uh-huh) 

I know you mother fuckers sick and wish that I couldn't rap 

Hatin already waitin till my pockets is fat (uh) 

Would you rather see me incarcerated, locked in the back? (come on) 

Cockin a strap, have your whole block in a gat (yeah) 

Every body down flat, where them dollars at? (uh, oh yeah) 

 

[EDI Mean - Verse 4] 

I put my faith in the Lord, pray for patience in war 

Now only time'll tell if he heard me before 

I see myself in the mirror, young nigga full of flaws 

But in the streets, I'm a hero cause I give it to em raw 

I'm just my momma's second son, and I just bought me a gun 

Cause some niggaz want some, and I ain't got nothin for em 

Me and my niggaz stay hungry, strivin for the old and gray money 

Ridin while these niggaz think it's funny 

But ain't a damn thing funny to a nigga like me (nah) 

When you sittin on your ass broke and thirty 

And don't nobody care about your sob story (nah) 

I work so hard homie, you better be about your money (homie) 

Oh yeah, it goes both ways, and momma used to say 

'The Lord'll help those who help themselves' 

I keep my eyes on the prize so there ain't no chance for me fail 

Cause don't nobody give a fuck when you livin in hell 

 

Chorus x 2 

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