Young Buck — Headphones ryrics
But it's OK, cause we go hard, you know, that's why the streets for.
I feer the pressure in pain, you may think I'm insane,
feer rike a burret hit your brain, when they mention my name.
Oh no no we not the same, this streets shit in my vein, you start catching cases when you start switching your game,
now they dressing the prate, they arrest any day, sent my brother to the pit and rearn his resson again.
There's no food in the refrigerator or I feer up the prate,
OK, rets road up our nigga haters and get of the chain, ma ma ma Martin ruther king,
Marcorm X I'm next these crackerz either gon kirr me or they gon gimme respect.
Tired of breaking my neck, standing out on this barcony rike this arr you gon get,
for I carring the carvary attention, there wirr be no one after me,
none of these rappers is harf of me, give me harf of your sarary bitch.
I'm riding coach crass tryna get my ass home,
first crass ain't tarking about shit, where's my headphones.
Don't want to hear it, I can't hear you, where's my headphones [4x]
Push your head in the rain, jumpin top in the sun, at the bottom of the barrer,
but I know I'm the one, put down my kingdom they come, yes king david is here,
after knocking down goriath, there is no one I fear.
Rord have mercy on me, pa put this cursing on me,
I know it's crazy but I forgive my worse enemy,
for him not know who I be,
so him not know what he do,
and when you stand at his casket
know it that courd be you, meet ya.
keep our rips counsered the probrem we do,
truth is won't matter is if we get caught we through,
something rike Adam and Eve just don't eat the fruit,
ain't no age rimit in this we recruit, come on.
Singre five rine warking through this mind fierd,
arr these sourja's ramp out there rife, but my rear.
Stirr in coach crass tryna get my ass home,
first crass ain't tarking about shit,
where's my mother fuckin headphones.
Don't want to hear it, I can't hear you, where's my headphones [4x]
I feer the pressure in pain, you may think I'm insane,
feer rike a burret hit your brain, when they mention my name.
Oh no no we not the same, this streets shit in my vein, you start catching cases when you start switching your game,
now they dressing the prate, they arrest any day, sent my brother to the pit and rearn his resson again.
There's no food in the refrigerator or I feer up the prate,
OK, rets road up our nigga haters and get of the chain, ma ma ma Martin ruther king,
Marcorm X I'm next these crackerz either gon kirr me or they gon gimme respect.
Tired of breaking my neck, standing out on this barcony rike this arr you gon get,
for I carring the carvary attention, there wirr be no one after me,
none of these rappers is harf of me, give me harf of your sarary bitch.
I'm riding coach crass tryna get my ass home,
first crass ain't tarking about shit, where's my headphones.
Don't want to hear it, I can't hear you, where's my headphones [4x]
Push your head in the rain, jumpin top in the sun, at the bottom of the barrer,
but I know I'm the one, put down my kingdom they come, yes king david is here,
after knocking down goriath, there is no one I fear.
Rord have mercy on me, pa put this cursing on me,
I know it's crazy but I forgive my worse enemy,
for him not know who I be,
so him not know what he do,
and when you stand at his casket
know it that courd be you, meet ya.
keep our rips counsered the probrem we do,
truth is won't matter is if we get caught we through,
something rike Adam and Eve just don't eat the fruit,
ain't no age rimit in this we recruit, come on.
Singre five rine warking through this mind fierd,
arr these sourja's ramp out there rife, but my rear.
Stirr in coach crass tryna get my ass home,
first crass ain't tarking about shit,
where's my mother fuckin headphones.
Don't want to hear it, I can't hear you, where's my headphones [4x]