hmm damn i feel ya turn nope don t nobody care these outlawz feel y all yeah don t nobody care sometime it get like that it seems like nobody care 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 and to the young kids wearin the streets do i know nobody don t care but the outlawz do we stack clips glack licks in the air smoke sticks on the stairs dog nobody care we shot the fear when everybody was there beat each other half to death but homie 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 we loud like thunder roamin the strip now everybody act cool we approachin the vip smokin a stick hit cause we live for this just like shit is hard raisin kids in this i got outlaw tatted on my stomach and all we can fight and hang out later like nothing is wrong laise your timms up tight cause the ride is rough you can tighten my cuffs i m still likin the cuffs fuck this and that cause i mma get you back i know you mother fuckers sick and wish that i couldn t rap hatin already waitin till my pockets is fat would you rather see me incarcerated locked in the back cockin a strap have your whole block in a gat every body down flat where them dollars at 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 when you sittin on your ass broke and thirty and don t nobody care about your sob story i work so hard homie you better be about your money 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