Why Song Lyrics

Damn (why?) It's like the beat is just asking me, "Why?"
Why I' rapping to y'all, it's crazy, listen (come on)

Ayo, my name mean a lot to me, pain mean a lot to me
Fame means nothing, but the game means a lot to me
I slain Cain on these blocks for weeks
Ever since Rocky III, and the death of Apollo Creed

I was a tiny little poppy seed
As grimy as I could be, as sheiesty as I could be
Niggaz who live nicely, who don't understand the life of me
Other niggaz don't like me, and wanna take my life from me

They don't understand that I love it, and I like the beef
The war, the guns, the violence, it's all right with me
I be laying in the cut where the sniper be
Righteously, waiting for you to get out of the driver's seat
Damn, (damn) it's crazy man (shit)

I don't think like usual people
Who think like usual people, who don't think right
I think like Muslims, in movements of people, who move with their people
And move when your people's, power is stronger than voodoo and evil