Why lyrics

Artist  : Sticky Fingaz 
Song : Why



 Send "Why" Ringtone to your Cell 

 (featuring Still Livin & X1)  



[story dialogue]

Aight nigga hold it down baby, one love

Aiyyo, yo Bruce - ohhh shit!

Aiyyo nigga

Yo I know this ain't that nigga Kirk

Yo Bruce - yo Bruce, that that nigga Kirk?

Look look, look at that nigga

Who that Dez? - This Dez, whassup nigga?



[Verse 1]

Oh shit, nigga, when they let yo' ass out?

What the fuck you been drinkin? Look like you
bout to pass out

[SF] Nah, I'm aight G just had a little Olde
E

You know me - tryin to keep it cool play it
low-key

You heard Brucey got knocked and Clay, he shot
Fozee

[SF] Yeah, I know G, damn that shit is fucked up
right?

Yo Bruce, you could drop me off at 57th &
9th

Damn I would but I gotta pick up my seed and my
wife

Plus you be on some other shit and I don't need
dirt in my life

[SF] Come on nigga I got the gas money, plus I
got this L

You gon' shit on me son? I just got outta
jail

Yeah aight god but I ain't with the bullshit no
more

[SF] What you talkin bout man?

Put that cigarette out

[SF] Oh what, you don't smoke no more?

Nah it's just a new car and don't slam my
door

[SF] Aight but on the way I need to make a stop
at the store

See, give a nigga a inch, he take a yard

But you my dog, so I'ma keep it real with you
God, come on

[SF] Aight good looking nigga

You better buckle up nigga



(Chorus: repeat 2X)

We live our life like this, we live our life like
this

We live our life like this, we live our life like
this

We live our life like this - why?



[Verse 2]

[SF] Aiyyo, pull over right there nigga
(where?)

Right beside that blue Lexus (where you
goin?)

I just gotta go pick up some money; I'll be back
in a few seconds

Yeah aight don't let a few seconds turn into some
minutes

cause I'll bounce on you nigga, tires burnin
wheels spinnin

[SF] Nigga you leave me? Your ass'll never hear
the end of it

Yeah aight God whatever man just hurry up and cut
the bullshit



("Inside the jewelry store")



"Aight you know what this is everybody on
the motherfuckin floor.

Take that shit off!"

"Yo, I'm Tyrone Holmes. I ain't givin up
nothin."

"What nigga? (*two gun shots*) Fuck that.
Motherfucker. Stop cryin!"



("Outside at the same exact time")



Only two minutes double parked, here come
cops

Saw 'em in the rear view, that's when I heard
shots

I seen the store door open, it all happened in
slow motion

My man running with his gun smoking (Oh
shit!)

I'm ready to pull off and act like I don't know
him

[SF] Nigga, yo go nigga go, go, God

You don't you see the cops? You buggin

[SF] What? How they gon' catch us? We in a
S-500

Nah, you lunatic ass nigga I ain't goin down for
you

[SF] Nigga we could get away

but if we get caught, they gon' hang you too

Damn



[Chorus] - 1.5X



[Verse 3]

Now we doin bout a hundred miles per hour down
back blocks

About a million things on my mind, a nigga that
hot

This clown next to me, actin like he hit the
jackpot

[SF] Nigga what the fuck is your problem? I got
the loot (What loot?)

You beefin with me ain't gon' get us out of hot
pursuit

Yo, I heard shots, what was that?

[SF] Some fool wouldn't give me his jewels

See, you whylin God, I'm thinkin bout my wife and
my kid

Nigga my life, I ain't tryin to do no bid

[SF] Nigga I think you actin scared, if you
really wanna know

You drivin too slow - YO nigga keep your eyes on
the road

You almost spun outta control on that last
pothole

Slow your role Kirk Jones son you just don't know
(I don't know what?)

Yo the way I feel right now, I never felt
iller

How you gon' crab me like this and violate a
nigga?

[SF] Violate you? Nigga you tryin to front on
me?

Remember I'm the nigga in this bitch that got the
heat

and before the cops catch me I'm holdin court in
the street

You think I'm gon' let the cops get you, arrest
you

(Now you thinkin) handcuff you? You crazy? I
wanna kill you

(What?) You selfish motherfucker you ain't seein
the light

Remember I was supposed to be pickin up my seed
and my wife

(Shut up) Now I'm a wanted accomplice in a
jewelry heist

[SF] Fuck, you want me to say I'm sorry I swear,
look me in my eyes

But if you gon' act like a bitch nigga then let
me drive



"Yo son what the fuck you doin
God?"

"Yo fuck that."

"Get off the steerin wheel."

"Yo fuck that nigga, you act like a real
pussy nigga."

"Yo, you whylin son, you gon' make me
crash!"



[Chorus]



("The assalaints begin to fight in their own
stupidity.

Instead of working together to get away, they do
the exact opposite - 

and wind up heading for a tragic situation.

Now I'll let you hear the rest.")



"Yo, yo relax. I got this, I got this
God!"



{*argument continues, car crashes*



[Sticky Fingaz]

Oh shit! Yo, yo - yo Bruce!

Oh shit.. {*trying to help*

Come on man, come on man, you be aight man

Yo yo, it's not that bad man, it's not that bad
man

Trust me - yo would I lie to you man?

Trust me man (I don't think I'ma make it God)

Oh shit.. it's gon' be alright man

(Tell my wife I love her)

Yo Bruce man, don't don't fuckin die on me
man



{*song bleeds into the next track "Oh My
God"*