That's Why

That's why (that's why)

My gun (my gun)

Stay cocked (stay cocked, stay cocked)

[x4]

Seems like I inherited beef

Inherited beef, inherited beef, inherited beef

You don't fuck with Petey for what reason

For what reason, for what reason, for what reason

Did I do something might

A hurt your feelings, a hurt your feelings, a hurt your feelings

Well if I did I ain't mean to offend ya'

Mean to offend ya', mean to offend ya', mean to offend ya'

It's so easy for me to run through the glass of the building

[?] run on the city

Spit at Game, Young Buck, Banks, or Fifty

Why, when they ain't did shit to me

I don't get caught up in all that shit

Hating niggas cause what side they with

That's childish shit

I'm a grown man, I ain't got time for that

I ain't supposed to be around no gats

But this gangsta' rap

That's why (that's why)

My gun (my gun)

Stay cocked (stay cocked, stay cocked)

[x4]

I ain't a chump

I don't "mic talk" tough

Bitch I know how to fight

I done had my share a ass whoopings in my life

I been shot at and hit with bats

Got stabbed, took the man knife, stabbed him back

What the hell that got to do with rap

I turned my life around and pushed that back

Now I'm supposed to go back to that

Man that got to be a powerful sack

And you got to have something else mixed with that

I seen two of the rap's best

Blow slab off the map

Y'all choose to follow them footsteps

Be my guest

May the best bless yo' chest

May the bullets they send at it, find they self a new direction

Please Lord, keep your angels with em'

If they don't pray, let my prayers forgive em'

See the world can't see it outside looking in

But this here's some crazy shit

That's why (that's why)

My gun (my gun)

Stay cocked (stay cocked, stay cocked)

[x4]

One of you silly niggas might have it in ya'

To run up on me and try to earn ya' some stripes with your boyfriend

But I'm gonna tell you like this

I'm the wrong son of a bitch to be fucking with

I ain't with the bullshit

I could throw my shit up

Turn the white in your eye red

Hit ya' with a uppercut, a jab and some more shit

I'm used to seeing murders

That ain't nothing that's new, kid

Popping pistols ain't nothing but pulling the trigger

I've seen em' get murdered

I stood right next to him

Damn near shit on myself, thinking that I was hit

Shit, that's why (that's why)

I stay strapped

Cause I never know when I have to snap snap

And clap back

That's why (that's why)

My gun (my gun)

Stay cocked (stay cocked, stay cocked)

[x4]