Out Here Grindin' Lyrics - Young Buck

(Intro - Talking) 

Damn 

What everybody lookin' at me for? 

I mean, I'm out here just like you nigga 

Shit 

You ain't got shit, I ain't got shit 

But that don't mean, we ain't the shit 

(Verse 1) 

Rain pours when I open up the Range doors 

The young boys slang 'caine from they front porch 

Show 'em love, let 'em know they ain't playin' wit' 'em 

Ya homies locked up, ya might be stayin' wit' 'em 

Act like ya don't know they haters 

They make us tax payers 

And then section 8 us (Fuck 'em all) 

White lady but she had a black baby 

A nigga fell in love and we look at her crazy 

We all got guns, and so do Dick Cheney 

They trick on hoes, I make my bitch pay me 

These are the things that they scream 

As I lean to the left by myself wit' no team 

Tell the kids to go to school 

They tell me they ain't breakin' no rules 

'Cause when the bell rings, then it's back to no food 

Ya have no clue what we goin' through 

Ya need a hundred to fill up what I'm 'posed to do nigga 

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(Chorus) 

Ya in my ear, but there's money out here 

And I'm always here, when none of y'all here 

Which one of y'all scared? (Which one of y'all scared?) 

Okay, 'cause you said let's get this bread and I did 

Shit I wanna do it big, and I just can't wait 

So you gotta live wit' the decisions that you make 

I'm gettin' cake, let 'em hate, I'ma elevate 

I sold my soul to the streets playa, it's too late 

(Verse 2) 

Sunrise, gun fires, and another dies 

Mother cries, brother rides, now that's two lives 

You and I both know that that was suicide 

Same shit woulda happened if you'da died 

Thirty guns, fifty deep, ten niggas shootin' 

O.G.'s keep ya eyes on who ya recruitin' 

Back then they was ridin' and lootin' 

You lookin' at the 2000 Huey P. Newton 

True deciphile, swag like a el rookin' (?) 

Ain't heard it like this since 'Pac, I might spook 'em 

Choosen, you tryna be chosen, it's a white man's world 

If we win we losin', abusin' ya blessin' 

I'm givin' you a lesson, but it's goin' in the right ear 

And out the left one, I tell the kids education is the key 

Then a student in Virginia went on a killin' spree 

Look at me 

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(Chorus) 

(Outro - Talking) 

Y'all know what to do right? 

Take care of what'cha got homie 

I mean, ya never know what'cha got till it's gone right? 

Do what you gotta do man 

Support you and yours 

God giveth, God take it away 

Young Buck