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Nobody Cares - текст песни



Nobody Cares


[kastro] (talking)


HmmdamnI feel ya


Turnnopedon’t nobody care


These outlawz feel y’all (yup)


Yeahdon’t nobody care


Sometime it get like that (when it feel like don’t nobody care)


It seems like nobody care (nopenot nobody)


I care thoughlisten





[kastro - verse 1]


I been so sick latelybellyin 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 roadwho been there before?


Now that I’m deadit’s like I’ve been dead before


Same storyit’s rawI’m an outlaw


A bread warheadk-dogg is a warrior


And when I standI stand on my own two


If I fallI land on my own two


A soldierand 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 carejust 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 emactin 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 thisthe streets is so lovely


I love the streetsbecause the streets made me


The ghetto seems so in peace


Manthat I moved to the suburbs and there’s more police


Where I’m froma fiend’ll pack a gun


Overtonjersey the harder the slum


But I made it up outta therethanks to the lordkid


But I’ll never leave my box alonenigga I swear (swear)


And to the young kids wearin the streets do


I know nobody don’t carebut the outlawz do (cause we do)





[chorus - young noble]


We stack clipsglack licks in the air


Smoke sticks on the stairsdognobody care (nobody care)


We shot the fear when everybody was there


Beat each other half to deathbut homie nobody care (nobody care)


My momma wasn’t there and my poppa wasn’t there


Couldn’t find em anywhere cause nobody caredyeah


We split millspop pills and shit


Ten on the floorten in the beddamnnobody care





[young noble - verse 3]


Yohard times as a youngsta


Scarred by the hungerwonder


How many gonna die this summer (die this summer)


We loud like thunder roamin the strip


Now everybody act coolwe approachin the vip (come oncome on)


Smokin a stickhitcause 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 cuffsI’m still likin the cuffs (come on)


Fuck this and thatcause 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 incarceratedlocked in the back? (come on)


Cockin a straphave your whole block in a gat (yeah)


Every body down flatwhere them dollars at? (uhoh yeah)





[edi mean - verse 4]


I put my faith in the lordpray for patience in war


Now only time’ll tell if he heard me before


I see myself in the mirroryoung nigga full of flaws


But in the streetsI’m a hero cause I give it to em raw


I’m just my momma’s second sonand I just bought me a gun


Cause some niggaz want someand I ain’t got nothin for em


Me and my niggaz stay hungrystrivin 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 homieyou better be about your money (homie)


Oh yeahit goes both waysand 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



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