Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Reason, artist - Big Shug. Album song Triple OGzus, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 16.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Brick
Song language: English
The Reason |
| After all i’ve been through in my life |
| And all the young deaths, shootings and killings |
| I know theres a reason why I’m still here |
| It’s just what it is |
| Aha |
| The reason why I rap, pack and stay strapped |
| Lay down on my stomach while mommy walk on my back |
| Jump into action ready for war |
| Or any type of bullshit that comes through any door |
| I’ll blow you back with this hammer, no joke so laugh |
| I can’t give you nothing nigga just smoke for cash |
| And if you fronting on money i’m a whip that ass |
| I’m a close the front door and do it with class |
| I’m still doing curls and various streches |
| Just incase I gotta get dirty and wretched |
| I’m not far from the streets though I live in the burbs |
| I’m an OG my dude still slapping the herb |
| Throwing trash out the window onto the curb |
| People looking at me like this nigga got the nerve |
| I keep it moving never let em' stop my swerve |
| And when they question my shit I just say «word» |
| It’s the reason why I live |
| The reason why I breathe |
| The reason why I feel |
| The reason why I’m real |
| The reason |
| Aha |
| The reason |
| The reason that I’m here |
| It’s the reason why I live |
| The reason why I breathe |
| The reason why I feel |
| The reason why I’m real |
| The reason |
| Aha |
| The reason |
| The reason that I’m here |
| Don’t ever have a reason to trust a stank hoe |
| First antwon walker then ochocinco |
| Get your money baby, trust me I know how it go |
| Only weak dudes seperate from they dough |
| The reason why I’m here and never smile in picture |
| Cause every single room got a handful of snitches |
| And I ain’t never broke bread with tattletale bitches |
| So they never get a chance to hold onto my riches |
| I’m a full grown man with an african tan |
| And I still have visions of bodies stuffed in trashcans |
| Permanent scowl, I’m from murdapan |
| Wake up from them nightmeres, it’s many murders man |
| Still spit the (?) |
| Gracefully getting older |
| My kids warm my heart, my enemies keep it colder |
| I love this shit, it’s a gift or a curse |
| Cut to the graveyard get hit by a hearse |
| I lost my pops and my man guru |
| The legacy continues i’m a do what I do |
| And trust me little man we ain’t forgot about you |
| But you want the legal system to do what it do |
| But we street niggas so we breathe the steets |
| And when we so your little ass you got to get that ass speed |
| I’m still here and I promise that we’ll get even |
| Cause this here is the motherfucking season |
| The reason! |