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letra de why me (the game diss) - dresta

[intro]
man! i don’t understand it man
i just need you to answer this one question for me, n-gg-
since you wanna keep emailing me and sh-t
email me an answer to this question man
why did you choose to f-ck with me? tell me that

[verse]
n-gg- you ain’t pac, you ain’t got the crown at the top
you ain’t got no stripes from around on the block
you ain’t hard, n-gg-s fall off, you ain’t fall
how do you wear tattoo tears and walk no yard
i ain’t got a clue, guess i gotta do what i do
and the world will see the truth by the time that i’m through
you want it static, i can give it to you, automatic
tattoos don’t make you g, n-gg-, bow wow’s had it
you don’t want a problem with it, say you want a problem, get it
when they ask you ‘who was that that served you?’
tell ‘em problem did it
’cause i’m your problem now and i’m just getting warm
see, i’m a product of that crip you tatted on you arm
how could you be a blood? how the bloods show you love?
you was a dove when you started banging
how they know you thug?
compton n-gg-s don’t know that, dude
think he crazy, i got something for that fool
kurt cobain, this n-gg- wanna blow out his brains
swear the stress of success would drive cowards insane
want the t-tle, the new thug-american idol
since he talking sh-t to me, i guess he is suicidal
think he invincible, swear this n-gg- feeling himself
he a white boy talking ‘bout k!lling himself
homie, you crazy couldn’t be a compton baby
wanting death, when his n-gg-s tryna dodge it daily?
if a rider gotta fade you then this the g
with your fake–ss frown, like you mr. t
i pity the fool that wanna start sh-t with dresta
the westside original compton gangsta
you what it is, boy, i inspired your rapping
want compton to turn against me? they won’t fire the captain
they love me, and i ain’t even mainstream, n-gg-
knew you was g-y, just wish you would’ve came clean, n-gg-
that’s the worst, you should’ve took your time to rehe-rs-
so when we did that song
you wouldn’t have had to change your verse
but, i feel you; it’s hard to try to follow a leader
if i was you, i wouldn’t wanna rap behind me neither
if i was mediocre, he ain’t a thug, he a joker
the way he treat his family, you would swear he was a smoker
young, dumb n-gg-, want some? come, n-gg-
wanna threaten me, like they made one gun, n-gg-?
you’s a dumb–ss i ain’t playing game with your young -ss
i’m on the lap, i ain’t got time for no gun stash
being shot, that’s a cold thing to live through
i tell you what, apologize, and maybe i’ll forgive you

- dresta

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