Damn It's like the beater just asking me why Why I'm rapping to y'all, it's crazy Listen, c'mon My name mean a lot to me, pain mean a lot to me Fame means nothing, but the game means a lot to me I slang caine on these blocks for weeks Ever since Rocky three, and the death of Apollo creed I was a tiny little poppy seed As grimey as I can be, as sheiesty as I can be Niggaz live nicey, and don't understand the life of me Other niggaz don't like me, and they wanna take my life from me They don't understand I love it, and I like the beef The raw, the guns, the violence, it's all right with me I be laying in the cut where the sniper be Righteously, waiting for you to get out the driver's seat I don't think like usual people Who think like usual people, who don't think right I think like Muslims, in movements of people Who move with they people and move on your people Power is stronger than voodoo and evil I'm immune, I drunk the juice, took a root from the needle Still trying to figure out, why I do, the crimes I do With the minds IQ of an Einstein too Tell 'em, Cha-cha, and bon bon goo They think I'm crazy, well I do too Leave me alone please, I'm in my two three zone please Nothing can stop me, you fuckers can't stop me It's crazy Why Why Why It's like my life keeps turning around Every second I need a light, I keep burning it down I smoke so much, I could nurture a pound My thoughts is always foggy, they blurring right now listen, told you I see the game for what it's worth, pain, fame and work Girls walk with they brain in their skirt So while you're fucker, they thinking of ways to get even Or a way out the hood, they make up a reason For the judge, and then they take you to see him You wake up and face a subpena, that'll change your demeanor So be careful, where you skating through this game Remember it's other niggaz playing, skating in your lane Don't get clipped, or stripped skating in the rain 'Cause niggaz will keep rolling, and skating on your brain That's just the rules and regulations of the game When you playing you, you playing, and you paying like you weigh in, so If not, those wolves aiming where you laying And they waiting on you patient with that thing up in the basement That's why I walk with that thing out, when I'm pasting 'Cause I know these niggaz hate it, that their little sisters love it And their girls really want it Plus I'm frontin' twenty three Big truckin, new Z New bucket, fuck it Listen Why Why Why © EMI APRIL MUSIC INC.; UNIVERSAL MUSIC CORP.; FLYTE TYME TUNES; UR-IV MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com