FES TAYLOR - Why Me? lyrics
rate me"Why me?" - sample repeats throughout[Fes Taylor]Top of the world, I bust like on top of ya girlAim in front, face of the gun, like stopping to 'urlWe all know you can't block shots like T.J. FordPoint that buckle every time at the D.J. for itTrying to slide with a C.K. broadThat's a childish line, hotty, Eva body with a Nia Long walkThey thinking it's all talk, tell 'em it's all sportBut, not on the ball court, meals is four courseLabel working deals is all short, appeals before courtsFrom a place where they teach you don't fork porkI was eating bacon and eggsOut before that bakery opened up, I was making that breadSee the bread be the paper, bacon be the pigsAnd the eggs be the stake, niggaz fronting like they did bidsSo I serve you sunnyside up'Fore they bring me down, snitching to the feds, have my money tied up[Chorus: Fes Taylor]My niggaz locked up, my niggaz boxed upBut I'm still in the streets, I never give the block upPick this gwop up, before the cops rushLookouts on the roof, the D's can't stop us[Fes Taylor]I play the block like a stoplightI tell you dudes when it's OK to move, you already been shot twiceNot twice, it's not three strikes, you outBullets put you down longer than a ten count, in a Tyson boutI don't really like to shout, raise my voiceI'd rather raise my gun, y'all make the choiceCoward, life or death, I aim and pointWhen bullets hit kneecaps, leave pain in ya jointsOriginal, so what who drop first?Shook when the glock burst, shots whizzing, try and see if ya clock workHeart stop ticking like the battery diedWhoever charged you up, put the battery insideThey find him by battery, next to the ferryAssault and battery, they tried to hit me with a felonyLawyer break it down, I cop out, through a misdemeanor'Fore LIS got knocked, he just copped a little Beamer[Chorus][Fes Taylor]Sho's passed awayI got word, picking my seed up from a half a dayWhat I have to say? This world fucked up, still I remember the goodThen drown out the bad, projects, live in the hoodMemories, write it down on the pad, other rappers plan to not laughThis is serious business, not a day lasts, they all like furious bitchesLeave ya chest like a period, drippingPussy, said he was cripping and O.G. mackingBut he was down with the pigs, told on me to the CaptainHow niggaz is ratting, claiming they running the streets?We Warriors, but it means we don't run from the beefWhat I talk is what a hustler speaksI don't walk, I just jump in a JeepI don't flee, scuff on my sneaksI'm busting the heat, you fucking with me?Never played the piano but I'm touching the ki's[Chorus]
