Why

Damn (why?) It's like the beat is just asking me, "Why?"
Why I' rapping to y'all, it's crazy, listen (come on)

Ayo, 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 slain Cain on these blocks for weeks
Ever since Rocky III, and the death of Apollo Creed

I was a tiny little poppy seed
As grimy as I could be, as sheiesty as I could be
Niggaz who live nicely, who don't understand the life of me
Other niggaz don't like me, and wanna take my life from me

They don't understand that I love it, and I like the beef
The war, 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 of the driver's seat
Damn, (damn) it's crazy man (shit)

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 their people
And move when your people's, power is stronger than voodoo and evil

I'm immune, I drank the juice, took a route 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
You fuckers can't stop me, it's crazy

Why? Why? (You asking me?) Why? (I don't know)
Why? (I'm here with you) Why? Why? (It's a shame)
Why? (Like I said, I don't know what to tell you, though) why?

It's like my life keeps turning around
Every second I need a lighter, I keep burning it down
I smoke so much, I could nurture a pound
My thoughts are always foggy, they're blurring right now listen
(Listen) told you (told you man)

I see the game for what it's worth, pain, fame and work
Girls walk with their brain in their skirt
So while you're fucking, they're thinking (what?)
Of ways to get even, 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 subpoena, that'll change your demeanour
So be careful, where you're skating through this game
Remember it's other niggaz playing, skate into 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're playing you, you're playing, and you're paying like you weigh in, so
Told you again (listen)

If not, those wolves aiming where you're laying
And then 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 fronting
Twenty-three big trucking, new Z, new bucket
Fuck it (fuck it, fuck it) Listen, I don't know why (stop asking)

Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?
Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?
Why? Why? Why? Why?