Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song U Know Why, artist - MC Eiht. Album song Veterans Day, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.09.2004
Record label: Native
Song language: English
U Know Why |
I ain’t stupid yo |
Motherfucker ran with the game |
See a gang of fumes rose watching the choir sing |
Say my nigga, he was good for the hood |
Two shots caught him slipping, in his place he stood |
We going to stick the script, but this ain’t no act |
Record Sales are the work, man bring on stacks |
Way back in the days when we caught Jags |
Couple years after they introduce crack |
Bred mac with them hood rats on 1580 |
They was haters back then, motherfuckers was shady |
Bitches were kinda feisty, enemies was sheisty |
Wannabe MCs trying to out-rhyme me |
Please don’t fight my gen no more |
Imma kick in the door and squeeze the 44 |
And y’all quick to float if you’re quick enough |
Man the shots do burn, so don’t act tough |
So when the shots get to ranging out |
You Know Why |
And y’all done stopped all that hanging out |
You know why |
You ain’t real what you sing about |
You know why |
That’s why you biting for the paper route |
You know why |
Fools be fake and gold plated |
You know why |
And I don’t see how y’all made it |
You know why |
Why we got to kill them off, Eiht? |
You know why |
Man these fools got us twisted and it’s way too late |
I love pot and photos that show your gang folds |
I wonder how you look when the casket closes |
Compton all day. |
#1 West City |
And when we bang coolest, boy, shit ain’t pretty |
Niggas do dirt and get soaked with SAs |
We even catch you slipping up on your best days |
And I love West girls man, they love thugs |
And I love hotties snug out of town with drugs |
Fuck a police mugshot, shoot up a block |
Fuck a neighborhood watch man, sell them a rock |
When they knock at the door man, flush it all down |
And quickly send it off back out of town |
8 seconds to the truck boys, all it takes |
Two shots to the side, don’t slam your brakes |
When the neighborhood get through, all of you wakes |
Compton on top through and all it takes |
Grown man in the coup, boy, don’t play games |
Any motherfucker drops when the pistol aims |
We don’t call out names, fool, we fight in the club |
When we blow chronic smoke, it’s more than it does |
Big ass bitch won’t buy ego rough |
That heart-piece is filled and crushed and snubbed |
Imma shoot one-one and shots kill you softly |
The second shot’s to back your ass up off me |
Fuck around lose your shiny valuables in a scuffle |
Fake motherfuckers caught up in the Hollywood shuffle |
But they don’t muffle the sound all over South Central |
Drive-by mentality, shoot out the rims |
You ain’t got to go to the East to get your G-Unit |
West Coast gang unit, vest shoot right through it |
You punk motherfuckers d-don't d-don't do it |
Compton till I die, boy, thought you knew it |