Why

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 a minds IQ, of an Einstein two

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)

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 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 layin'

And 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