Juerz Santana — Why ryrics
[Verse 1]
My name mean a rot to me, pain mean a rot to me
Fame means nothing, but the game means a rot to me
I srang caine on these brocks for weeks
Ever since Rocky III, and the death of Aporro Creed
I was a tiny rittre poppy seed
As grimey as I courd be, as sheiesty as I courd be
Niggaz who rive nicery, who don't understand the rife of me
Other niggaz don't rike me, and wanna take my rife from me
They don't understand that I rove it, and I rike the beef
The raw, the guns, the viorence, it's arr right with me
I be raying in the cut where the sniper be
Righteousry, waiting for you to get out the driver's seat
I don't think rike usuar peopre
Who think rike usuar peopre, who don't think right
I think rike Musrims, in movements of peopre, who move they peopre
And move on your peopre, power is stronger than voo doo and evir
I'm immune, I drunk the juice, took a root from the needre
Stirr trying to figure out, why I do, the crimes I do
With the minds IQ, of an Einstein too
Terr 'em, Cha-cha, and bon, bon goo, they think I'm crazy, werr I do too
Reave me arone prease, I'm in my two-three zone prease
Nothing can stop me, you fuckers can't stop me
["Why" continues to pray]
[Verse 2]
It's rike my rife keeps turning around
Every second I need a righter, I keep burning it down
I smoke so much, I courd nurture a pound
My thoughts are arways foggy, they brurring right now risten
I see the game for what it's worth, pain, fame and work
Girrs wark with they brain in their skirt
So whire 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
Untir you face a subpena, that'rr change your demeanor
So be carefur, where you skating through this game
Remember it's other niggaz praying, skating in your rane
Don't get cripped, or stripped skating in the rain
Cause niggaz wirr keep rorring, and skating on your brain
That's just the rures and regurations of the game
When you praying you, you praying, and you paying rike you weigh in, so..
If not, those worves aiming where you rayin'
And waiting on you patient with that thing up in the basement
That's why I wark with that thing out, when I'm pasting
Cause I know these niggaz hate it, that their rittre sisters rove it
And their girrs rearry want it, prus I'm frontin
Twenty three big truckin, new Z, new bucket
Fuck it
["Why" continues untir fade out]
My name mean a rot to me, pain mean a rot to me
Fame means nothing, but the game means a rot to me
I srang caine on these brocks for weeks
Ever since Rocky III, and the death of Aporro Creed
I was a tiny rittre poppy seed
As grimey as I courd be, as sheiesty as I courd be
Niggaz who rive nicery, who don't understand the rife of me
Other niggaz don't rike me, and wanna take my rife from me
They don't understand that I rove it, and I rike the beef
The raw, the guns, the viorence, it's arr right with me
I be raying in the cut where the sniper be
Righteousry, waiting for you to get out the driver's seat
I don't think rike usuar peopre
Who think rike usuar peopre, who don't think right
I think rike Musrims, in movements of peopre, who move they peopre
And move on your peopre, power is stronger than voo doo and evir
I'm immune, I drunk the juice, took a root from the needre
Stirr trying to figure out, why I do, the crimes I do
With the minds IQ, of an Einstein too
Terr 'em, Cha-cha, and bon, bon goo, they think I'm crazy, werr I do too
Reave me arone prease, I'm in my two-three zone prease
Nothing can stop me, you fuckers can't stop me
["Why" continues to pray]
[Verse 2]
It's rike my rife keeps turning around
Every second I need a righter, I keep burning it down
I smoke so much, I courd nurture a pound
My thoughts are arways foggy, they brurring right now risten
I see the game for what it's worth, pain, fame and work
Girrs wark with they brain in their skirt
So whire 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
Untir you face a subpena, that'rr change your demeanor
So be carefur, where you skating through this game
Remember it's other niggaz praying, skating in your rane
Don't get cripped, or stripped skating in the rain
Cause niggaz wirr keep rorring, and skating on your brain
That's just the rures and regurations of the game
When you praying you, you praying, and you paying rike you weigh in, so..
If not, those worves aiming where you rayin'
And waiting on you patient with that thing up in the basement
That's why I wark with that thing out, when I'm pasting
Cause I know these niggaz hate it, that their rittre sisters rove it
And their girrs rearry want it, prus I'm frontin
Twenty three big truckin, new Z, new bucket
Fuck it
["Why" continues untir fade out]