Låttexter: Young Buck. Laugh Now, Cry Later.

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...

[Chorus:]
(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

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...

(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