Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nobody Cares, artist - Outlawz. Album song Ride Wit Us Or Collide Wit Us, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 28.09.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Outlaw Recordz
Song language: English
Nobody Cares |
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 |
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 |
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 niggas 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) |
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 |
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) |
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 niggas want some, and I ain’t got nothin for em |
Me and my niggas stay hungry, strivin for the old and gray money |
Ridin while these niggas 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 |