Laugh Now, Cry Later Lyrics - Young Buck

You look all around the world, it's the same shit 

I mean niggas tryna eat, and it's a drier than a motherfucker out here right now 

But real hood niggas hold it down no matter what, ya heard (yeah!) 

See the thing about a real nigga is 

Whatever a bitch nigga do he could never stop that real nigga 

See we should stand up for the haters right now 

Because those bitch niggas make the world go 'round (Hahaha!) 

Yeah, you don't have to fuck with me 'cause I ain't fuckin' witcha 

I'm riding dirty with this work and my mother bitchin' 

40 cal. under my shirt and another pistol 

Fuck a friend, all of ya'll can get your issue 

Phone calls from the pen real niggas witchu 

They say they shed a couple tears 'cause a nigga miss you 

Avoiding hoes, no award shows 

They been askin' where his boy go 

Can he even pay his taxes? 

Only lord knows what he do to get his dough 

Let 50 tell 'em buck is jealous and the nigga broke 

But we just seen him man, we hearin' what the nigga wrote (hey!) 

That nigga's ballin' even if he's sniffin' coke (fa' sho) 

They prayin' on my downfall tryna set me broke (fuck!) 

But what a nigga come from I don't think they know (nah) 

Pussy niggas in the game done turned on me (turned on me) 

For the money and the fame, you gon' learn homie 

I pray to god for these... 

(Haters, haters, haters, haters, haters) 

They hatin' me 

(Haters, haters, haters, haters, haters) 

Laugh now, cry later nigga 

(Haters, haters, haters, haters, haters) 

They hatin' me 

(Haters, haters, haters, haters, haters) 

Laugh now, cry later nigga 

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Bitch I was fuckin' her when she was fuckin' him (Haha) 

If you don't wanna fuck with me, then fuck you then 

Dope boy in the streets hustlin' again 

You pussy niggas wanna beef, we can get it in 

Black tall, hair wall, where your bangs at? 

Hit you with this shit and show you why he came back 

Hangin' out of the window bustin' on the freeway 

I'm with my homie it was his quarter key way 

If Obama has a plan, where it at? 

'Cause it's a drop and nobody know where it's at 

But in the south what we lose, we just get it back 

We listen to scarface, he motivates blacks 

Then we make stacks 

Fuck a cop, they can die too 

Before you hide me bitch, we gon' hide you 

These rappers don't fuck with the streets like I do 

It's all good, I'll still stand beside you 

I ain't no... 

Photos 

(Haters, haters, haters, haters, haters) 

They hatin' me 

(Haters, haters, haters, haters, haters) 

Laugh now, cry later nigga 

(Haters, haters, haters, haters, haters) 

They hatin' me 

(Haters, haters, haters, haters, haters) 

Laugh now, cry later nigga 

Don't look at me cause I ain't givin' niggas nothin' else 

Show 'em love then they leave me by my fucking self 

My heart cold and I know it'll never melt 

I just gotta play the cards that a nigga dealt 

Ridin' dirty in a riddle with the wrong tags 

Presidential in the gutter when they doin' bad 

Concentrate on what I got, fuck what I had 

Dirty south on top and some niggas mad 

Go take a trip to the fields and you can get your swag 

Yeah I'm glad they done kicked me out the fuckin' group 

'Cause now the world see I'm the motherfuckin' truth 

Got the streets like, damn homie what happened to you 

I bet this conversation they tappin' it too 

I get paper 

If you so major 

Your team ain't shit without the number one playah 

(we know that your'all) 

(Haters, haters, haters, haters, haters) 

They hatin' me 

(Haters, haters, haters, haters, haters) 

Laugh now, cry later nigga 

(Haters, haters, haters, haters, haters) 

They hatin' me 

(Haters, haters, haters, haters, haters) 

Laugh now, cry later nigga