Freddie Foxxx - Who Knows Why Lyrics
YeahTurn it upThat's rightFor my niggasHere we go[verse 1]Some real niggas have gone away... never to returnStay forever on wax cuz the mics they burnOutta sight, outta mind, never does it mean outta might, outta rhymeSo i return to make it hot for those who cannotSmile down on me niggas, while i rock the spotIs there heaven for a nice emceeCrushin all these suckers dear god don't be mad with meI don't mean to hurt nobody, i just wanna rock the partyAnd give you a taste of what's left, before i see deathWatch a nigga back, cuz i don't trust nobodyLeft hand hold the mic, and right bust the shottieSendin angels to guide me through, in the white drop topWhen they ride me throughWhen i hit the pearly gates, will they take my taxWill they let me rock the mic, will the beats be phatWill the rappers write they own rhymes up in that pieceWill the fakes get locked by the cop policeOr will i have to deal with a&r's who don't got no sayI hope it don't be that way, tell meHook 2x:Who knows whyThe reasons we live and the reasons we dieYou can't figure this one, so why tryGod help my soul as i testifyAnd i wont lie[verse 2]Now as i'm lookin in the mirror i see myselfHandsome with attitude, so momma gratitudeI put the pressure on emceesI make it hard for ya, with total, disregard for yaThis rap shit is raw not to be touchedThe ingredients if tampered with, could get you *****ed upNo one knows this secret i hold like mosesGiven at birth, now what it's worth, it's more than a million sixLet me spit it to you niggas, while my rhyme existsListen, separate the real from the wishinIf you bust at me and miss, you gon end up missinCuz on these rap niggas styles i be shittin, pissinLeave you niggas lookin dumb like two niggas kissinI'm the true hardcore underground messiahI'm the kinda nigga street thugs can admireYou never see me gettin robbed, jumped down and whipped outOr cryin 'bout a deal with no money, flipped outI get off my ass and make it happenI'll stick up the world if i aint rappinSo why do i exist, tell meHook[verse 3]May allah shine down on any emceeThat'll stand on stage and hold a mic with meMay he give you all the flow of the ocean waterAnd some nice hand skills to prevent slaughterMy lyrics painful like bullets from a rusty techBumpy knucks, nigga what, and you must respectAll the true shit that i reflectNiggas know i exist only to wreckWon't let the verse loosen til you sign the checkI won't be fussin at ya, but bustin at yaI treat all my rhymes like they devinesNiggas spot me like a ufoI turn my mic on and resurrect the livest flowSo if you askin me, why am i hereTo clarify hip hop loud and clearReal niggas, tell meHook
