Reason Why lyrics

by

Various Artists


[Intro]
I'm a, yeah, yeah n*gga
You know what I'm sayin' n*gga?
Ayy yo man, these n*ggas ask me why I am who I am and all that n*gga
You know why n*gga? I was born like this n*gga, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm movin' heroin n*gga, dope, you feel me?
You fake n*ggas can never win man, ya not real
This how we f*ck wit' it b*tch
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Every time I, come around the spot
You n*ggas scared to death 'cause they know that my guns pop
And I can bet whatever this can make ya heart stop
Whoever runnin' in might catch a hot one to the knot
I'm sittin' dumb ass low wit' my 7-3 drop
So mothaf*ckin' clean it make you suckas wanna plot
But that's the fastest way for a sucka to get rocked
And if you rob mobs then you know that this is not
People always ask me why I'm high
I tell 'em I'm a product of that good ol' fashion rock
That good ol' fashion stove and that God forsaken pot
The fire out the hole of that big black chop
The look on they face when I dip up in the drop
The soul of the base and the spirit of the rock
The heroin in the needle of the people shootin' hop
The chill in your body when the block get hot
The hustlas wit' a chase and the gun clappas that's lock
It's chicks that love real n*ggas and they love us off top
And that's the main reason why I keep you suckas hot
'Cause I stand for everything that you fake dudes is not
They wish wit' every dream that they can come to the block
Think I will not measure the flames out of my chop
My real n*ggas call me when it's time to bust a knot
Tell n*ggas we don't talk we rock give it to 'em make it hot

[Chorus]
Every time I, come around the spot
You n*ggas scared to death 'cause they know that my guns pop
And I can bet whatever I can make ya heart stop
Whoever runnin' off can catch a hot one to the knot
I'm sittin' dumb ass low up my drop
So mothaf*ckin' clean it make you n*ggas wanna plot
But that's the fastest way for a n*gga to get rocked
I rob big mobs so you know that this is not, b*tch

[Verse 2]
n*ggas, can't f*ck wit' this Mob sh*t
This is H,U,S,L,A,H out the f*ckin' gate b*tch
You get ya face split, run up on a real n*gga
You n*ggas is internet thugs, n*gga we kill n*ggas
That's why you n*ggas never come outside
I do a show every day, rock about two shows every day
These n*ggas never see you 'less they see you in the chat room
You come outside, oh my goodness the gat boom, boom
Blow ya chest wide open
You b*tch ass n*ggas be hopin' that you don't see me
n*gga ya dreamin', it's dreamy
I blow a hole up in ya head and make it creamy
Like pasta, I'm a real life mobsta
These n*ggas can't f*ck wit' the Hus n*gga's impostas
That's why I ride in my SL5 and do it live
And I pray to God you n*ggas'll die, yeah

[Chorus]
Every time I, come around the spot
You suckas scared to death 'cause they know that my guns pop
And I can bet whatever I can make ya heart stop
Whoever runnin' in might catch a hot one to the knot
I'm sittin' dumb ass low in my 7-3 drop
So mothaf*ckin' clean it make you n*ggas wanna plot
But that's the fastest way for a sucka to get rocked
And if you rob real mobs then you know that this is not, b*tch

[Outro]
Yeah n*gga, you know what I'm sayin' n*gga?
We don't even write, n*gga I don't even write no more n*gga
It's pure dope n*gga, you feel me?
'Cause I manifest what you n*ggas fantasize to be n*gga
Everything you n*ggas want to be, that's what I am n*gga
A real muthaf*ckin' hustla n*gga, real Mob sh*t n*gga
In the walls, out the walls, on the concrete
Anywhere you see me, off top n*gga
You know what I'm sayin'? You n*ggas stuck in a fantasy n*gga
This how we f*ck wit' it n*gga, you know what I’m sayin'?
Off top n*gga, n*ggas don't wanna see me
They don't wanna see my n*ggs n*gga
This sh*t is way bigga than you suckas n*gga
It's really the Mob cutty, for real though, I ain't gon' lie though
On everything though, it's really, you feel me?
It get ugly

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