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Juelz Santana - Why lyrics
[Verse 1] 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 III, and the death of Apollo Creed I was a tiny little poppy seed As grimey 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 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 they people And move on your people, power is stronger than voo doo 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 ["Why" continues to play] [Verse 2] 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 blurring right now listen 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, for you take him and see him Until you face a subpena, that'll chan |
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