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letra de why? - mo3 (official)

intro
[operator] – this is a collect call from an inmate –
[mo3] – ay, dis 3. pick me up. i’m on the way home

why?
lord, why-yy they wanna hate on me?
i feel like i’m fallin, but i ain’t though
i’mma shead blood for my whole family
it’s rainin down, and i don’t got a raincoat
why-yyyy?

chyeah… what that mean?
like… like i ain’t doin this sh-t…
like i ain’t get this sh-t out the mud nig –
i came from nothin
sh-t, n-gga gon’ either understand that
or get the f-ck out the way
look – my momma be like:
“lil melvin, you can’t worry about what people say, even though they talked about jesus.”
but i ain’t read in the bible
where jesus was slangin iron though…
i’m really out here like that!!
mo-m-th-‘f-ckin-3 n-gga –
(yeah!!)

verse 1
my momma got me out of juvenile
as a youngin
(as a youngin)
look – kicked out of school –
snuck in with the tool
f-ck it momma, i’m thuggin
(for real)
i never graduated, i was somewhere hustlin
(i’m somewhere hustlin)
my teacher told my momma:
“melvin? he’s been failin every f-ckin subject.”
d-mn!! – then i got jammed
(yeah)
locked in a cell with a digital cam
(for real)
laws on the back of me
these n-ggas mad at me –
they sent a hitta, i went and took him down
(bow!!)
locked in a faculty, this whole facility
crowded with n-ggas, who didn’t go to trial
(wow..)
but still they got 50
(what?!)
moe said they got 20
(what?!)
he won’t get to see that new kid, he just had
(d-mn…)
he-he-he ain’t give me nothin
(nothin)
sh-she ain’t gave me nothin
(nada)
the b-tch ain’t wanna f-ck me –
(what?!)
now i bet she wish she gave it up
cuz 3 got so much money
they think i owe em, but they ain’t gave me nun
(what?!)
and any n-gga don’t like it
tell em stand up, bet i’ll take em under
(yeahh)
boy you must be sick
i got 3 kids, plus 3 baby mommas
(for real)
and all my kids gon’ know they daddy still
cuz b-tch, i made a promise
(yeah)
and when them choppas get to blowin rounds
they gon’ come and chalk em
and don’t tell me what n0body said
cuz people just be talkin
(yeah)
chorus
why?
(why, why?)
lord, why-y-y they wanna hate on me?
(hate on me)
i feel like i’m falling, but i ain’t though
i’mma shead blood for my whole family
it’s rainin down, and i don’t got a raincoat
why-y-y-y-yy?
(why-y?)
why they wanna turn me to the murder man?
why she wanna cheat, and be my girlfriend?
why these n-ggas be so fake, and they pretend?
why they wanna be my friends?
why-y-yy?
(why-y-yy, why-y-yy?)

verse 2
it don’t make no sense
i gave you this, i gave you that
(that)
but flip the script – you ain’t gave me sh-t
didn’t front no zips, i didn’t get no packs
(nah)
when it was beef, you called on me
gave you them clips, and all them straps
(for real)
matter of fact, i take that back b-tch
i slang iron, tell em go ask em
and all this pain in my body
i’m so numb, won’t let em get to me
(i won’t)
hate the fact i’m livin good in the city –
i made history
200,000 ’round my neck
my chains tangled up, they clinglin
f-ck the opps b-tch i’ve been
they see me on they tv screen
chorus
why?
(why, why?)
lord, why-yy they wanna hate on me?
(hate on me)
i feel like i’m falling, but i ain’t though
i’mma shead blood for my whole family
it’s rainin down, and i don’t got a raincoat
why-y-y-y-yy?
(why-y?)
why they wanna turn me to the murder man?
why she wanna cheat, and be my girlfriend?
why these n-ggas be so fake, and they pretend?
why they wanna be my friends?
why-y-yy?
(why-y-yy, why-y-yy?)

- mo3 official

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