Aha, it's dead real
Yo, why is Jadakiss as hard as it gets
Why is the industry designed to keep the artist in debt
And why them dudes ain't ridin' if there part of your set
And why they never get it poppin' but they party to death
Yea, and why they gon' give you life for a murder
Turn around only give you eight months for a burner, it's goin' down
Why they sellin' niggaz, CD's for under a dime?
If it's all love daddy why you come wit' your nine?
Why my niggaz ain't get that cake?
Why is a brother up North better than Jordan?
That ain't get that break
Why you ain't stackin' instead of tryin' to be fly?
Why is rattin' at an all time high?
Why are you even alive?
Why they kill Tupac n' Chris?
Why at the bar you ain't take straight shots instead of poppin' Criss?
Why them bullets have to hit that door?
Why did Kobe have to hit that raw?
Why he kiss that whore? Why?
All that I been givin'
Is this pain that I've been living
They got me in the system
Why they gotta do me like that?
Try'd to make it my way
But got sent up on the highway
Why, oh why?
Why they do me like that?
Why would niggaz push pounds and powder?
Why did bush knock down the towers?
Why you around them cowards?
Why Aaliyah have to take that flight?
Why my nigga D ain't pull out his Ferrari?
Why he take that bike?
Why they gotta open your package and read your mail?
Why they stop lettin' niggaz get degreez in jail?
Why you gotta do eighty-five percent of your time?
And why do niggaz lie in eighty-five percent of they rhymes?
Why a nigga always want what he can't have?
Why I can't come through in the pecan Jag?
Why did crack have to hit so hard even though it's almost over?
Why niggaz can't get no jobs?
Why they come up wit' the witness protection?
Why they let the terminator win the election?
Come on, pay attention
Why sell in the stores what you can sell in the streets?
Why I say the hottest shit but be sellin' the least?
All that I been givin'
Is this pain that I've been living
They got me in the system
Why they gotta do me like that?
Try'd to make it my way
But got sent up on the highway
Why, oh why?
Why they do me like that?
Uh, yea, yo
Why Halle have to let a white man pop her to get a Oscar?
Why Denzel have to be crooked before he took it?
Why they didn't make the CL6 wit' a clutch?
And if you don't smoke why the hell you reachin' for my dutch?
Why rap, 'cuz I need air time?
Why be on the curb wit' a, “Why lie, I need a beer” sign?
Why all the young niggaz is dyin'?
'Cuz they moms at work, they pops is gone, they livin' wit' iron
Why they ain't give us a cure for aids?
Why my diesel have fiends in the spot on the floor for days?
Why you screamin' like it's slug, it's only the hawk?
Why my buzz in L.A. ain't like it is in New York?
Why you forcin' you to be hard?
Why ain't you a thug by choice?
Why the whole world love my voice?
Why try to tell 'em that it's the flow son?
And you know why they made the new twenties
'Cuz I got all my old ones that's why
All that I been givin'
Is this pain that I've been living
They got me in the system
Why they gotta do me like that?
Try'd to make it my way
But got sent up on the highway
Why, oh why?
Why they do me like that?
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