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Why You Do It?
by Wavy Maliano
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You use to be my mans
In the club on the couch
Funny how you wasn't at the gate when I got out
Everybody talking and the truth coming out
Nigga's wanna know why you go and take that route
It still kills me
Speed been gone for ten years
And since then I overcame a few fears
Three bids
Fallouts with a few peers
And stood tall
After shedding a few tears
Mad bitches and real niggas
Turned lame
Shit so real
I won't even mention they name
Nigga took a deal on his mans
We ain't the same
Who the fuck taught these Lil niggas the game
Pussy
Ya dad a rat then you a fucking mouse
You should've kept ya pussy ass in the fucking house
Yelling free you on the gram til they let you out
Everybody in the hood know you ran ya mouth
But it's funny when the topic comes up they switch the subject
But why you moving funny
When I see you out in public
In the crib ducking
Staying low for nothing
Niggas wanna know if you really saying something
You use to be my mans
In the club on the couch
Funny how you wasn't at the gate when I got out
Everybody talking and the truth coming out
Nigga's wanna know why you go and take that route
Why you do it
Man why you do it
You told on everybody
And you spoke that shit fluent
Everybody talking and the truth coming out
Niggas wanna know why you go and take that route
Locked up no Co D
No bunky
Niggas in jail gonna always try to punk you
Niggas ain't make one visit
It's like fuck you
Left you hungry
Came home they wanna hug you
But niggas ain't pick up the phone
Like damn son
Niggas can't pick up the phone to call my damn son
The D.A know you wanna go home
They tryna jam you
Judge ain't tryna hear ya story
She might remand you
All the packs
Weed smoke and big cyphers
Niggas don't ask if ya Lil man needs diapers
Niggas tryna fuck ya bitch
Niggas trifling
You ain't even up north yet you still in rikers
When shit hit the fan you like damn where my mans go
Who really there when you caught in a jam tho
Used to be your homie til he went and took the stand
Now you understand that these Niggas ain't ya mans
You use to be my mans
In the club on the couch
Funny how you wasn't at the gate when I got out
Everybody talking and the truth coming out
Nigga's wanna know why you go and take that route
You use to be my mans
In the club on the couch
Funny how you wasn't at the gate when I got out
Everybody talking and the truth coming out
Nigga's wanna know why you go and take that route
It still kills me
Speed been gone for ten years
And since then I overcame a few fears
Three bids
Fallouts with a few peers
And stood tall
After shedding a few tears
Mad bitches and real niggas
Turned lame
Shit so real
I won't even mention they name
Nigga took a deal on his mans
We ain't the same
Who the fuck taught these Lil niggas the game
Pussy
Ya dad a rat then you a fucking mouse
You should've kept ya pussy ass in the fucking house
Yelling free you on the gram til they let you out
Everybody in the hood know you ran ya mouth
But it's funny when the topic comes up they switch the subject
But why you moving funny
When I see you out in public
In the crib ducking
Staying low for nothing
Niggas wanna know if you really saying something
You use to be my mans
In the club on the couch
Funny how you wasn't at the gate when I got out
Everybody talking and the truth coming out
Nigga's wanna know why you go and take that route
Why you do it
Man why you do it
You told on everybody
And you spoke that shit fluent
Everybody talking and the truth coming out
Niggas wanna know why you go and take that route
Locked up no Co D
No bunky
Niggas in jail gonna always try to punk you
Niggas ain't make one visit
It's like fuck you
Left you hungry
Came home they wanna hug you
But niggas ain't pick up the phone
Like damn son
Niggas can't pick up the phone to call my damn son
The D.A know you wanna go home
They tryna jam you
Judge ain't tryna hear ya story
She might remand you
All the packs
Weed smoke and big cyphers
Niggas don't ask if ya Lil man needs diapers
Niggas tryna fuck ya bitch
Niggas trifling
You ain't even up north yet you still in rikers
When shit hit the fan you like damn where my mans go
Who really there when you caught in a jam tho
Used to be your homie til he went and took the stand
Now you understand that these Niggas ain't ya mans
You use to be my mans
In the club on the couch
Funny how you wasn't at the gate when I got out
Everybody talking and the truth coming out
Nigga's wanna know why you go and take that route
