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    Outlawz / Lyrics

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    "Nobody Cares" Lyrics


    [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
    This song was submitted on January 10th, 2010 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Written by Butch Walker.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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