Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song That's Why, artist - Petey Pablo. Date of issue: 06.05.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
That's Why |
| 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) |
| 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) |
| 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) |