How Many Times?

How many times will I ask myself, why how many times? How many times will I ask myself, why how many times will I cry? How many times will I ask myself, why how many times? How many times will I ask myself, why how many times will I cry? How many times will you honk your horn and say fuck you? Now what the fuck does that do? Ya feel better now I didn't let ya pass How 'bout I stop my car, and beat your fuckin' ass? How many times will my neighbor beat his wife? Somewhere in that house there's a butcher knife Fuckin' drunk, swingin' his fists about Why don't you wait till he sleeps, and take him out? How many times will I sit in a hot car? Traffic jam, been sittin' for a fuckin' hour Must be an accident, I hope nobody died Finally get there, and the crash is on the other side The gawkers roll by and creep slow Hopin' they can see a mangled body show Some park, and stand there and watch it all With their kids, they point, and fuckin' stare and just look I remember one time I was pulled over Handcuffed, the cop was like, shows over People watching, hoping that he shoots me I just wanted to choke their fuckin' heads How many times will I ask myself, why how many times? How many times will I ask myself, why how many times will I cry? How many times will I ask myself, why how many times? How many times will I ask myself, why how many times will I cry? How many times will I wait in a line It's three thirty, I fuckin' got here at nine I'm finally up to the front, can't wait another minute Why am I here? To pay a fuckin' parking ticket The lady at the counter acts like a fuckin' bitch No smiles, no help, you're just a piece of shit I'm gettin' pissed, calm down, fuck it, forget it Back to my car, and there it is, another ticket How many times will a crack head smoke crack And ask me for some money 'cuz he wants crack Give him money, again, he's coming back Walk away, and here's another, Gimmie Crack How many time will a kid give a dirty look A little punk ass bitch tryin' to be a crook I wrote the book, I was out robbin' liquor stores When you were just a nut stain in your mama's drawers How many times will I ask myself, why how many times? How many times will I ask myself, why how many times will I cry? How many times will I ask myself, why how many times? How many times will I ask myself, why how many times will I cry? How many times will you steal my car stereo, It don't even work, ya feel like a bitch, don't ya? I vacuum all the fuckin' glass off from my seat, I sit down, and got a piece stuck in my butt cheek How many times did I walk in, and just sit, And have to listen, and learn all this bullshit Learnin' history and science, fuckin' wait Knowin' that, will that put food on my plate? Yeah, can I walk into McDonald's, into the counter And tell 'em you can make limestone from gunpowder Will they give me a cheeseburger if I know that shit? Fuck no, fuck you, and shut your fuckin' lip How many times will a judge decide my fate Who is he? A bitch nothin' great He takes shits, and fuck his old floppy wife Plays with his balls and judges my life How many times will I ask myself, why how many times? How many times will I ask myself, why how many times will I cry? How many times will I ask myself, why how many times? How many times will I ask myself, why how many times will I cry? How many times will I ask myself, why how many times? How many times will I ask myself, why how many times will I cry? How many times will I ask myself, why how many times? How many times will I ask myself, why how many times will I cry? {Dawg, I peels cats all day long, mutha fucka The call me the big wheeler cat peeler, ya know what I'm sayin'? I run this whole mutha fucka The whole block, dawg They call me the king, the big king, king killer big wheeler cat peeler Yeah That's what they call me around this mutha fucka I run this bitch I got this bitch locked down I'm a big gang banga, man I'm a gang banga mutha fucka See, they ain't think that we was gang bangin' Out in this neighborhood But they don't know about me and my clik, dawg And if you all wanna be down Shit, we can sit down and talk Ya know what I'm sayin'} {Bobby, get your ass here right now and finish your homework Here I come, aw dawg I gotta go man But look, meet me here tomorrow after school Oh wait I got year book awright meet me here Around five-thirty tomorrow, dawg awright guys peace I hope he doesn't get grounded, dude Yeah, me too 'cause then we couldn't be gang bangers}