Shadow Government - Why lyrics
rate me[Fes Taylor]Aiyo, why these niggaz is fronting like they top choice?Start aiming, my lyrics is flaming like shots when the glock pointWhy must I burn another rapper? You could learn from the masterSmoke germ, got me choking, fucking with my asthmaWe move like vampires, night time, sucking plasmaBelieve in God, but the church dirty, why must I trust the pastor?Why do I live in Hell?My do I mix anthrax and gunpowder? Son, to put 'em in shellsI'm trying to kill 'em dead, why you squealing to the feds?Like we won't lay low, son, and put a million on ya headWhy real niggaz die over bullshit?While fake niggaz walk around around fronting, son, and won't pull shitHe ain't talking 'bout guns, he talking 'bout twenty-two ouncesAnd Colt 45 beers, probably won't live for forty-five yearsProfes, I bang in the streets, while all this is raw footageDie from cigarettes? I'm more likely, son, to fall from bullets[Chorus: L.I.S.]Why, why must I...Live this life that I live, pay this price that I giveIf this life that I live is as trife as it isTell me why? Why must I...Live this life that I live, pay this price that I giveIf this life that I live is as trife as it isTell me why? Why must I...[Specman]Yo, another day, waking up, wishing I was deadCuz this C.O. banging on my lock, they telling me to make the bedI don't wanna get up no moreOnly got two in, they bang me two more, my next parole boardMy little girl is calling me outSadie said, "Daddy stand strong, you could do it, I got no doubt"Make my throat dry, my eyes moistBlock on the phone, I swear to God, I'd kill someone just to hear her voiceWhen I'm alone in my cell, I zoneI think of when I come homeWill I put the pieces back? I want zoneI hope I can, yo, I've tried to be a better manO.G. veteran, still need cheddar, manSo I lay back with the Gov, and we gon' get it, manAnd my girls eyes gleam, she know that this is second, andIt's wrapped up, Fantom beats got me backed upWhile you could still get smacked up, fuck it, or clapped, what?[Chorus][Mr. Prezident]Yo, it's the nigga EmmittMatter of fact, dog, it's the nigga EmmittCars and the jewels to make the bitches wanna kick it with meHunger for the dough, got my niggaz doing stick-ups with meHood on my shoulders while the world is doing sit-ups with meBack against the wall, nigga, I stands upPop off 'til the guns jam up like, and what?Man up, nowadays, it's doe or dieMobb Deep said it best, only the strong surviveWe pour liquor to the curb for those that lost they livesIn ya memory, trust me, we all gon' rideAnd for my dogs locked up, I'm hearing you pop upTell 'em fake fucks, we pulling they plug, they times upKeep ya shines tucked, the wolves is out, the nines is upGive up everything before ya spine get touchedThe grind is us, mothafucka, the time is usFlamethrower ya Range Rover, bottom line is usYeah, uh, bottom line is usCocksucker, mothafucka, bottom line is us[Chorus]
